"Theft."
Chu Zheng responded, his tone calm, as if he were talking about something trivial: "I have a secret technique that allows me to sneak into the Ancestral Land of the Star Moon Ancient Clan, find their treasury, and quietly steal the Heavenly Mirror."
This was his most straightforward plan, simple and brutal, yet extremely dangerous.
"Just... just the three of us?"
Jun Huang glanced at Chu Zheng and Yun Tianji, looking around the desolate starry sky, always feeling uneasy about this outrageous plan:
"Stealing the Supreme Treasure of one of the Ten Great Ancient Clans' Ancestral Land? Isn't this a bit too far-fetched?"
That was once one of the top three powerful clans among the Ten Great Ancient Clans, with profound heritage, and their Ancestral Land would undoubtedly be a dragon's den, heavily guarded and teeming with powerful figures.
Going there to steal treasure seemed like courting death.
