When Song Changsheng accepted the Jade Tablet, an inscrutable glint flashed through True Lord Guying's eyes.
He indeed had some private grudges against Youying. Such things were perfectly normal within the Shadow Pavilion. They respectively served as the left and right intelligence envoys, and between them, they practically held the intelligence network of the entire Shadow Pavilion in their hands.
They were its eyes, and likewise its ears.
Had there not been this private grudge between them, neither of them could have risen to their current position.
Resources were limited. If they wished to keep climbing higher, one of them would inevitably become the other's stepping stone.
Now that the matter had been exposed, he had done no small amount of kicking a man when he was down. As long as Youying remained alive, he would be a grave threat to him.
He had a family, disciples, and a great many intelligence stations.
These might have been secrets to others, but they could not be concealed from Youying, who was likewise an intelligence envoy. No matter which point the other party chose to strike, it was something he did not wish to see.
Although the Shadow Pavilion had issued a Wanted Order internally, factions stood everywhere within its ranks, and mutual infighting had become a chronic disease. Without sufficient benefit, who would rashly make an enemy of a True Lord-level powerhouse?
He was in the light, while the enemy lurked in the dark.
There were only thieves for a thousand days; who had ever guarded against thieves for a thousand days?
To eliminate this hidden danger, he had to find an ally.
And Song Changsheng was the best candidate.
Before coming to the Borderlands, he had taken the time to learn every piece of intelligence related to Song Changsheng. Naturally,