Ji City Suburb, outside the exchange conference hall.
Lin Jiang and Gu Liner stood atop a tall building, overlooking the happenings within the hall.
"Miss Gu, shall we make a move?"
Lin Jiang had wanted to act several times, but restrained himself with difficulty.
Especially when he saw that his uncle was unexpectedly indifferent, and even somewhat adding insult to injury, he was so angry his face turned red.
"Hold on a little longer, we can't act now!"
"If we act now, all the plans will be for naught. Do you think those Western forces and other races have no one here?"
"I can guarantee there are no fewer than twenty at the Foundation Establishment Peak ambushed in Ji City, and at least five Condensing Dao Practitioners."
"They are also waiting for them, either for the other core figures of Cloud Mountain or for Chen Zhenjun."
"If we act, all the schemes and intentions will be completely exposed!"
