“It’s a pity about Zero-Seven….” The Tailor’s heart twitched. He felt as if he’d been stabbed.1

Over the years, he’d poured an enormous amount of effort and practically all of his wealth into refining the nine Hidden God Guards. They were his ultimate trump cards, and there was no way he’d reveal them if he had any other choice.0

But now, his cards had been revealed, and worse, he’d even lost one of them. How could the Tailor not be furious?0

The whole point of a hidden trump card was that your enemy didn’t know about it. The moment it was revealed, it was no longer anywhere near as threatening!0

This was what truly made the Tailor’s heart ache.0

A long time passed before he gradually regained his former calm.0

But he suddenly seemed much older. A lingering, overcast look appeared on his face, and he was no longer as calm or composed as before.0

“After this, the Temple Master surely knows how to find the Hidden God Lands. Will… he come here?”0

The Tailor frowned. He could predict that the Temple Master most likely wouldn’t come! They’d been enemies for such a long time. How could the Tailor not understand the Temple Master’s disposition?0

Still, in the end, the Tailor dared not take this gamble. He was keenly aware that the Temple Master understood him too. The Temple Master could surely guess what...1