Zhao Lin flew alongside nine other figures, her eyes scanning the group around her.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Her heavenly palace had gone through so much trouble to create a path for her descent into the mortal realm, all so she could claim the Abyssal Void Flame.
Who would have thought the other factions had the exact same idea?
When she first arrived, her plan had been simple - destroy the other factions' branches in this mortal world before they could even attempt to descend. But fate had other plans. They had all descended at the same time, making her original strategy pointless.
Unable to destroy the branches and with no reason to anymore, she could only curse her luck.
The ten of them had eventually agreed not to interfere with each other. Each would search for the flame independently, and whoever found it first could keep it.
