...
A dozen days later.
In the previous small courtyard.
Zhang Feng sat on a rocking chair, watching the thief returning with fish while pondering this question.
After these several days, he still hadn't figured it out.
Simplicity.
Zhang Feng stopped thinking about it and instead used his divine sense to transmit messages to the Profound Cloud Sect's outpost fifty miles away and the Crown Prince's small residence thirty miles away, asking the Crown Prince and old friends to prepare for the Heavenly Pavilion matters.
Taking advantage of most of the sects in the city being present.
It was just right to discuss who would participate and volunteer for this labor.
However, the Crown Prince had some hidden intentions.
Especially upon hearing that the True Immortal had intentions to unify the world.
Thus.
At this moment, in the courtyard, upon hearing Zhang Feng's transmission, he also bowed towards the direction of the distant small courtyard and respectfully said:
