The remaining Guardians looked at each other, eyes reflecting incomprehensible light.
"Where are Xiong Yingtian and Zhao Ming?"
An elder with a bald head lowered his head, savoring the delicacies before him, causing the others to pay attention as he spoke.
"After Zhao Ming arrived at the Ancestor Star, he has been in seclusion, so we needn't concern ourselves with him. As for Xiong Yingtian, we all know his relationship with Zhou Wuliang."
"He and Zhou Wuliang have both participated in the Ancient Tomb Battlefield. Expecting him to stand idly by is nothing but wishful thinking."
"Moreover, with two fewer people, doesn't that mean we get a bigger share? Isn't that great?"
Chang Xiao chuckled softly as he spoke.
He habitually raised his hand to stroke his long eyebrows but found it empty, as half of his eyebrows had been pulled off by Zhou Wuliang long ago.
The smile faded from his face, turning dark as pitch.
"When will you make your move?" someone asked from the shadows.
