"Not yet. Now isn't the time to tear off all pretenses. Synchronize with me when the time comes—have all three women strike together. Then Mo Yu Jitian will have nowhere to go but death, and Zi Zhen's disciple, Li Tianming, will be at the end of his rope as well."
At this point, Kun Tianzhen looked coldly at his younger brother. Grasping Kun Tianchen's shoulder, he said sternly, "Listen. Since you've brought this Zi Zhen to your side, I've also seen clearly today that this master and disciple share a deep bond. When I make my move, you restrain Zi Zhen, so I can use her to control Li Tianming and seize his fortune. I heard that kid has some means of preserving his life. Since Zi Zhen is the one closest to him, we must keep a death grip on her."
"Understood, Brother. I'm completely clear-headed now." Kun Tianchen nodded repeatedly, his blood boiling as well. Earlier, he had still been somewhat confused, distracted by Zi Zhen's allure and even feeling pity for her. But upon hearing of his brother's miserable plight, his mind finally cleared. When it came to women, they truly could not be worshipped—the more you indulged them, the more trouble they caused.
"You've managed to rein in your horse at the cliff's edge," Kun Tianzhen said, patting his brother's shoulder.
"After all, I have you as a cautionary example, Brother," Kun Tianchen said with a grin.
"How do you talk like that?" Kun Tianzhen rolled his eyes. He did not blame his brother, instead cursing furiously, "To hell with them! Those stupid bitches—I suffered for hundreds of years, nearly sold off the family estate, and traded for a Blood Infant to give you. And what did I get in return? If I don't finish off