In the vast, boundless Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, Wei Long's eyes gleamed with a sharp, almost mischievous light.
His mind worked at an unfathomable speed, processing everything that had happened up until now.
He had observed Elder Fu's skepticism, the Patriarch's interest, the disciples' doubt, and even the absurd logic they all used to justify Zou Fang's victory.
And then—an idea formed.
An idea that was so ridiculous, so audacious, that it could only come from someone like Wei Long.
A smirk curled across his lips, and without hesitation, he leaned closer to Zou Fang's soul projection within the sea of consciousness.
"Listen carefully," Wei Long whispered, his voice carrying an edge of excitement. "I have a plan."
Zou Fang, still dazed from everything that had happened, frowned. "A plan?"
"Yes. But you'll have to be bold—no, beyond bold. You'll have to be completely reckless."
