Ling Tianyu heard Sun Jiasheng speak and knew he wanted to mediate, which was just fine. As long as he could intervene, everything would be manageable.
"Give me two shichen. I need to speak with them alone," Sun Jiasheng said.
Ling Tianyu gestured to the Tianwu God, instructing him to follow Sun Jiasheng's plan.
Two shichen it would be, as long as he could persuade them. After that, he would use false messages to trap this Think Tank. After all, it's not their own people who would suffer.
Ling Tianyu didn't care what they were discussing, not at all. The battlefield was still active, the city was still under siege, and as for that Think Tank, as long as no news of his arrival came, they wouldn't rush over—let them be.
"My Lord." Ling Tianyu had just sipped a few gulps of tea when the Po Tian God pushed open the grand hall doors and walked in.
"What is it?" Ling Tianyu asked, holding his teacup.
"Hou Yao Da Xian and the others have arrived," Po Tian God replied.
