Bai Yilin and a group of players silently looked into the distance, the young man idly twirling a knife in his hand.
"Why aren't we moving yet?"
"The Divine Son is still unharmed. Although the professor's arrangements are ready, if we attack rashly before the enemy acts fully, it could lead to irreversible consequences," the Bearded Man said gravely.
"Aren't you worried that the Divine Son might be killed outright?"
"That won't happen."
Beside them, the Ripples slightly fluctuated, and a silver-haired woman emerged, pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair into their view.
"Professor!"
"The Divine Son… is no mere mortal," the old professor gently began. "Should there indeed be an extreme crisis, he would be passively protected by his Divinity but, of course… the protection won't last very long."
"So,"
The elder's eyes held depth, wisdom, and seriousness. "I must prepare everything to face… all the ensuing crises."
