After a century of groundwork, she still had a sixty percent chance, leaving the remaining forty to fate.
At the foot of the Ten Thousand Sword Divine Sect's mountain, practitioners of the Lingfu Mountain Sect from Plane C were stationed, growing impatient. But without resources, they couldn't report back successfully; at worst, they'd be cast out of the sect.
"Uncle-Master, in the past century, we've captured hundreds of nearby sects, yet the resources we've gained are pitifully scarce, useful only to a few hundred of us, meaning the century's been wasted."
"It's fine, just a century. We can wait. Besides, the disciples who entered the ruins haven't returned yet. Their returns should bring great rewards. We just need to stay here, and once the Ten Thousand Sword Divine Sect's formation breaks, all of their resources will be ours."
"What if they've used them all?"
