Fan Tong halted his steps sharply when he heard the reminder. If he went now, it would be throwing his life away; if he was going to go, he had to wait until the Nine Armies arrived.
But if he waited until the Nine Armies arrived, even more eyes would be fixed on this place.
"Going now, going after they arrive, neither works." Fan Tong said. "All eyes will be on us."
The shadowy figure also felt that made sense after hearing him. But if they didn't go, there was no cure for this kind of Elixir; they could only ask the people of Emperor Mountain for help—maybe they had a way.
"Let me think." Fan Tong clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing, thinking over many things. Not going to meet them now—that was impossible.
Otherwise, if he waited until the Nine Armies were all gathered, going then would be too late.
