And on this lotus, a person had already been sitting there for quite some time.
He gazed at the mountains and waters, leisurely sipping tea, seemingly at ease.
However, only he knew that, at this moment, his heart was incredibly conflicted.
This person was none other than Mr. Gao.
A lotus flower, missing three petals.
Each petal represented a life, and he divided himself into three, transforming into three parts, each casting down a chess piece.
Whether it's the Zheng Clan, Zhou Kuangtian, or Lin Beichen.
The three chess pieces represented his three chances.
And now, the piece he sent to Zhou Kuangtian has already received a response.
Next, he only needed to collect the piece from the Zheng Clan to bring this event under his control.
"No matter which side wins, I've left a connection, so I'm not left without a retreat."
Mr. Gao said leisurely.
