"Watch out for the last wave!"
Xuan Er sent a reminder to him.
"Is Master suggesting they might team up?" Chen Xuan wasn't foolish, immediately understanding his meaning.
"Hmm!"
"You've been too domineering, taking too much on your own. The last wave offers too few; if you continue like this, there won't be enough for them to share."
Xuan Er was referring to the four Ancient Clans and the Great Zhou faction.
"Don't worry! I know what to do!"
A team-up, is it?
"Humph!"
He let out a cold snort in his heart.
Before, he restrained himself for fear of inciting everyone's anger.
But now it's the last wave, there's no need to hold back.
Anyone who dares to snatch, he'll beat them up fiercely—one by one, pair by pair.
He's going to claim all of the spiritual raindrops from the third wave.
Just then, Zhou Zheng suddenly sensed something unusual about his Uncle Wang, and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a minor issue, Your Majesty need not worry!"
