"In this high-end game, given my frail condition, I shall refrain from participating."
Knowing these secrets, Mr. Zhao did not plan to take any action.
He merely wanted to reap some benefits and protect those he cared about, such as Old Chen, Long Xiao, and Xia Jing, who were close to him.
In the grand scheme of things, these few were mere 'ants'; the death of one or two ants would not catch the attention of the giants like Great Zhou, the Southern Barbarians, or the sects.
"This counts as another way of stealing the fate decreed by heaven." Zhao Xing thought silently, "In the future predictions I just saw, there were over thirty million scenarios involving Old Chen, and in these scenarios, the old fellow died more than twenty million times."
