If, a moment ago, Jishan had still intended to capture Yang An and the others who had attacked the Golden Soul Cult's branch and bring them back to the main sect,
then now that he knew these people had been acting under the orders of the Golden Thread Pavilion, Jishan had decided that this boy had to be killed, and the rest uprooted completely as well. None could be left alive.
Since the Golden Thread Pavilion had ordered them to attack the branch in Chongwen Prefecture, perhaps they were beating the mountain to frighten the tiger, or perhaps they had long been plotting against the Golden Soul Cult.
Whether or not the Golden Thread Pavilion had discovered the dealings between them and Great Virtue Temple, these people had to die.
Though he was the Golden Soul Cult's Third Elder, he had only the right to advise on the sect's overall decisions, not the right to decide.
In other words, the cooperation between the Golden Soul Cult and Great Virtue Temple was the Golden Soul Cult's foremost priority. It could not be changed.
Since it could not be changed, every obstacle had to be removed before the plan was carried out. That was his duty as an elder.
Though it was mending the pen after the sheep were lost, it was not too late.
The two faced each other. Undisguised killing intent appeared in Jishan's eyes, and the flesh all over his body began to tremble.
"Since you dared to show yourself before this old man and reveal your identity, you must have come specifically for me, yes?"
Jishan was no fool. Every one of Yang An's actions had made it clear that he was deliberately targeting him and had been waiting here for his arrival.
Yang An naturally knew Jishan