Within the Lop Nor Secret Realm, at the site of the grand Martial Way ritual.
In one of the dormitory tents, Lin Jianlong leaned back in a folding chair, holding his phone as he reported the situation to the Medic Immortal in the Capital City.
"Everything is going according to your plan. Now, we can only wait for news from him," he said. "But do you really think he can rescue Her Majesty and bring her out of a place like that?"
On the other end of the line, Lu Nianjiao's voice was calm. "If even he can't rescue Her Majesty, then no one in this world can."
"You trust him that much?" Lin Jianlong asked.
Lu Nianjiao laughed. "You could say I depend on him."
A short while later, Lin Jianlong ended the call. He picked up a cup of liquor from the table and drained it in one gulp.
Xuan Ji... I hope your choice is the right one.
"Long Shuai, are you in?" Lin Xiyue's voice suddenly called from outside the tent.
"I am. Please come in."
