In the courtyard, he watched You'Er's figure vanish like a wisp of ghostly light.
Jiang Lan then looked away.
He clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth, a thoughtful expression on his face.
'I've already considered every angle of this plan. As long as nothing goes wrong, it should be fine.'
Over this period, You'Er had begun to master some of the Ghost race's innate talents. Hiding and concealing herself within the Void was no difficult task for her.
'Since Emperor Xia has given me such an advantage this time, it's only right that I return the favor.'
'The Blood Immortal Sect is scheming to get their hands on Great Xia's National Treasure, the Dragon-Suppressing Seal. Conveniently, I've already used Song Youwei to tamper with that small half-bottle of the Blood Immortal's Muddy Blood.'
