Breaking the Formation?

Faced with Sun Lingtong's proposal, Zeng Jide slowly shook his head.

"Not appropriate."

"I came here to steal only some Treasure Materials from the Wangchuan River. I was merely taking advantage of a weak point and claiming a little profit."

"But the Painted Skin Rakshasa is bent on obstructing the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's Dao Path."

"If we help her escape, even if it is only to provide cover for ourselves, it would still be inappropriate. The River of Forgetfulness Prefect could very easily take us for her accomplices."

"To obstruct his Dao Path is undoubtedly to forge a death feud. He would very likely refuse to let the matter rest for the rest of his life!"

Zeng Jide sent back a Divine Sense Transmission, earnestly advising him, "Our Unempty Gate is a super sect. Though we specialize in theft and do not fear offending a prefecture or a nation, there must still be immense benefits worth the risk."

"Could what we have gained alone possibly justify forging a death feud with the River of Forgetfulness Prefect? It is far too great a loss. It is not worth it!"

Sun Lingtong thought to herself, Just as expected.

Zeng Jide's reaction had not fallen outside her expectations.

Had she pressed the matter earlier, she and Zeng Jide would likely have already gone their separate ways.

"It's just..."

"Little Zhuo is the child of fortune nurtured by the Vast Heaven of the Yang Realm. He is the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's greatest Human Tribulation."

"Elder Zeng, by helping me this time, you have helped Little Zhuo. Whether we succeed or fail, in the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's eyes, you are already on the same road as us."

Zeng Jide was still being kept in the dark and did not wish to offend