"Yes," Danton said, and now there was no sweetness in his voice at all. "We planned for centuries. I know. I've heard that sentence enough times today that I'm considering carving it into my skull so everyone can stop reminding me. We planned for centuries, and I succeeded in every stage placed before me. The Coffer reached outside Anarctica; the Chained were there. Soon the eleven World Transcendents stood under our control ready to transport it; you know how much caution I put into this! Everything our families spent generations sacrificing for was finally within reach."
His Saint Stage cultivation aura began leaking from him.
