Jiang Li's letter never did get sent.
The next morning, around 5 to 7 AM, the door to the retreat room opened, and Gongsun Yuanxi stepped inside, immediately saying, "Wuzhiqi is coming."
"For revenge for his son?" Jiang Li furrowed his brow.
It wasn't that Jiang Li had killed someone and wouldn't allow the deceased's father to seek retribution. Rather, Wuzhiqi hadn't set foot in the north for nearly a century. Would he really break his fear of the Great Venerable over the death of a son?
That son of the Huai River True God wasn't his only child. Although he harbored the Dao Fruit of an Ancient God Monster, his nature was still of the human race, and unlike true divine beasts, Wuzhiqi didn't suffer from low fertility rates.
Although not as frequent as normal humans, over a hundred years, he had fathered over a dozen children, including eight who had been titled Crown Prince.
Jiang Li couldn't make sense of it.
But he knew that their actions needed to be expedited.
