987 Blame Your Own Poor Luck

"Master, what should we do? Should we charge into Vastheaven Territory?" The two World-level disciples both looked towards the silver-robed Daolord.

The silver-robed Daolord smiled coldly. "I have two ideas. Listen to them and tell me which one you would choose. The first is for us to enter the Vastheaven Territory, then wait for them at the spacetime transfer array at the Vastheaven Everworld! That way, it doesn't matter which territory Eastherd and Darknorth travel from; in the end, they still have to go through the array to go to the Vastheaven Everworld."

The Vastheaven Everworld was Vastheaven Palace's base.

"If we just wait for them by that spacetime transfer array, we are guaranteed to catch them," the silver-robed Daolord said. "Vastheaven Palace is some distance away from the spacetime transfer array. Even if we were to be discovered, we'd be able to flee in time."