Shen Yanxiao drew a lot of information from Zela about this His Highness.
The undead in the Hidden Dragon Continent had never seen the appearance of that little Highness. They only knew the name of the other party, which was Mingye. It would take about a week for them to arrive at Hidden Dragon Continent from when Sal sent the message. Since today, Sal had been preparing to receive Mingye.
His Highness, a high undead who was a bit heavier than others, and had never been seen by anyone before. This was a great opportunity given by heaven to Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao could not just watch the undead resurrect those dragons already resting in peace. If she could find a way to make the undead think that she was that Mingye, then everything would be under her control!
It was just…
Shen Yanxiao was not so stupid as to think that as long as she rushed in front of Sal and said that she was Mingye, the other party would believe her.
As the prince of the undead, the strength of troops around Mingye would never be too low.
Where was she going to get a bunch of seemingly fierce undead to fill this role?
Shen Yanxiao was depressed. A good chance had come knocking on her door. It would be a pity if she could not grasp it well.
This act of substituting a leopard cat for a prince; at the very least, it should be a little basic for her, right?
Shen Yanxiao spread her fingers and calculated the human and material resources she could use only to discover a tragedy. She found that she had no other “ornaments” to fill the role except the two adorably stupid fellas.
As the heir apparent to the throne of the undead, travelling with two little, cute boys on such a long journey, it seemed a little too much, asking them to do errands…
“Do you know where on Hidden Dragon Continent that Mingye will land?” Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes. If she could not provide for herself, she would have to find another way.
Zela honestly told Shen Yanxiao the location of the undead’s landing point in the Hidden Dragon Continent. Because Sal was arranging some logistics for the city of the undead, he could not go to the landing site and the task of welcoming Mingye was assigned to other high undead.
As for the candidate, it had not been decided yet.
Shen Yanxiao’s big eyes turned and the little thief began to laugh.
Although the purpose of her trip was to get the map of the Dragon King’s Decree, it was absolutely impossible for her to just sit idly by after knowing these plans. Moreover, if her plan succeeded, the chances of a prince of the undead approaching Long Yan would be much greater than that of an ordinary undead.
That evening Zela, a high undead, went to Sal’s residence in person, crying in tears about his stupidity in the face of the mutant dragons, and strongly demanded a chance to amend his mistakes.
Throughout the night, Zela was holding onto Sal’s thighs with an unwavering face full of tears and snot.
Once Sal had been disgusted enough, he slapped Zela away with a big wave of his hand. Nevertheless Sal, who had been tormented, helplessly agreed to Zela’s request, giving him the task of welcoming His Highness Mingye.
Why would Sal suddenly agree?
Of course, that was because Shen Yanxiao silently put a delayed guidance curse on Zela after controlling him with another curse technique. Zela spent the whole night with Sal. The delayed guidance curse on him, though unable to completely control a powerful high undead like Sal, had some effect in inducing him to agree to a decision.
Early the next morning, in order to “show” his initiative, Zela set out towards the landing point with the undead under his command.
Nobody noticed that in Zela’s ranks, there was a very small undead.
