Calling it "looking" was generous; it was more like a casual glance. He didn't bother to look properly. Anyway, Tian Yaoyang couldn't run today—he was doomed to die.
Ling Tianyu hadn't wanted to wipe out the Heavenly Bloodline, but the Heavenly Bloodline would stab him in the back. There was no helping it; he could only kill them.
If this man didn't die, the Six Realms could never be fused successfully. He had to be killed.
"The plan is flawless." Ling Tianyu set the plan down and said.
"I spent several months putting this together, but I still need you to check it over." Tian Yaoyang said.
Ling Tianyu smiled. "No need to check it. I trust your capabilities."
Tian Yaoyang didn't take that as mere flattery. He knew it was the truth—he'd gone over the plan again and again.
Ling Tianyu picked up the double-layered wine jug and poured out the wine that contained the drug.
Tian Yaoyang didn't grow suspicious.
