Li Tianming stopped him and said seriously, "Brother Yi, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but Lin Jianxing's elders are the group that grovels most shamelessly before the Dark Clan. Back in the Ancient God Realm, he joined forces with the Dark Clan to suppress me. If you trust him and join hands with him, the risk is absolutely enormous. Most importantly... Lin Jianxing will probably make a move against Little Li and me."
Yi Zhuojun frowned again.
The new faction, the old faction, the Taibei Dongshen Clan, the Dark Clan...
He understood the delicate relationships between these factions.
When he had first heard it was Lin Jianxing, he had been too excited.
But now, he indeed realized that Lin Jianxing, who represented the Lin Clan's new faction, likely had a major conflict with Li Tianming and Dongshen Li.
"You mean that while your Lineage is fighting among itself, disciples of the Lineage would even help outsiders kill their own people?"
Yi Zhuojun said speechlessly.
"At the very least, I wouldn't. But Lin Jianxing might. He hates me to the bone. Whether the Ancient God Ring can transmit images outside is still uncertain. This is precisely the perfect night for murder."
Li Tianming sneered.
Li Tianming and Dongshen Li definitely did not want to get tangled up with Lin Jianxing.
What Li Tianming had envisioned was three against seven!
He understood deeply that Lin Jianxing could not be trusted.
However, Yi Zhuojun did not seem to think so.
He shook his head and said, "Perhaps you're using the heart of a petty man to measure the belly of a gentleman? I know something about Lin Jianxing. He's practiced the sword for so many years without doing anything outrageous. In your Swordgod Lin Clan, he is far more respected than you are."