"Lord Divine."
In the vast Storm Temple, a man knelt on the ground.
It was none other than the Spring Plow Saint.
After the saints' meeting concluded, he came here, his voice heavy, every word filled with murderous intent: "The assassination plan of the 'Old World' is set... This time the battlefield is six hundred miles outside the starship, in the void."
"...Hmm."
The Storm God's Throne responded with a faint hum.
The entire starship was within his Divine Domain... Naturally, nothing happening here escaped his notice.
He had also heard the earlier complaints from the saints in the meeting room.
Spring Plow wanted to draw out the Red Dragon, which wouldn't be easy.
On this starship.
He was essentially the heavenly law, everything that happened was under his control.
For four years, the Spring Plow Saint dared not confront the Red Dragon directly, yet today he dared to set up an assassination plan...
There was only one reason.
