"What do you want?" Dugu Baitian asked.
"The plan has changed," Ying Zheng said.
"What do you mean?" Ying Zheng's body straightened up.
"Something happened that we must speed up the pace of the plan."
"This was not part of our deal," Dugu Baitian said softly, but his demeanor was as harsh as the coldest winter.
"I don't really care," Ying Zheng replied. "I will begin Maitreya's distraction. When the time is right, I will send you the signal. Whether you act or not is up to you." Ying Zheng did not wait for a reply and ended the conversation.
"Does this bastard think I'm one of his servants?" Dugu Baitian said with gritted teeth. He gripped the throne's armrest so hard that it disintegrated, releasing a slight spatial fluctuation in the process.
