Inside the Seventh Prince's residence in the Imperial Capital.
"Your Highness, Lin Baichuan has fallen out with the Demon Suppression Division. If we join forces with him, won't we offend the Demon Suppression Division...?"
A man dressed as a scholar spoke to the Seventh Prince, Xia Langtian.
"It doesn't matter. If the Demon Suppression Division cannot even see through something like this, it would never have stood firm in the imperial court. The Demon Suppression Division itself has many factions. Where there are those who oppose him, there will naturally be those who support him."
Xia Langtian shook his head. "Si Changfeng and the others will not be jumping about for much longer. If I am not mistaken, they will certainly die at Lin Baichuan's hands, while the Demon Suppression Division will ultimately let the matter fizzle out..."
"How is that possible? Si Changfeng is the Deputy Division Chief of the Demon Suppression Division. And today, the Supreme Elders of the Demon Suppression Division refused Lin Baichuan. Wasn't that clearly backing them?"
The man froze, disbelief written across his face.
"Backing them? You are overthinking it. Those old things would not care about a Deputy Division Chief. They might not even care about Xiao Tengkong and the rest."
Xia Langtian sneered. "They are merely protecting the Demon Suppression Division's reputation. As for whether Si Changfeng and the others live or die, they could not care less.
Of course, if Lin Baichuan kills people within the Imperial Capital, they will certainly intervene.
But outside the Imperial Capital, that is another matter..."
"This... Lin Baichuan has such authority that even the Demon Suppression Division would choose to yield?" The man frowned, still unable to understand.
"You are wrong. It is not yielding—it is killing with a borrowed knife... I told you already,