Lin Su gently shook his head. "If it really was him, he likewise should not have chosen the White Pavilion's secret chamber."
"Why not?"
"Because the White Pavilion is territory under his control. If Old Bai is killed on this territory, everyone will point their swords at him! Why would he leave such a stain on himself? If he wanted Old Bai dead, could he not transfer Old Bai away from this sensitive pavilion before striking? At present, he is still Old Bai's most direct superior. For a superior to move one person elsewhere, how convenient would that be?"
"Perhaps that is the majesty of a Saint! Saints do not care about minor stains. What they care more about is declaring to the world that those who dare point swords at Saints shall be killed without mercy!"
Lin Su nodded softly. "True! Compared with a Saint's majesty, a tiny stain is indeed nothing. But this matter is still riddled with mysteries. We must not jump to conclusions too early."
"You still have other suspicions in the end. Whom do you suspect?"
Lin Su said, "Back in the Ancient Nanyang Kingdom, I once discussed the application of stratagems with Chu Yunfei. There are countless schemes in this world. Many reveal no clues at the beginning, but there is one thing that can help us see the clues clearly: look at who benefits after the matter is done!"
"You mean, who will ultimately obtain the White Pavilion?"
"Yes! We must also see which Saint this wave will ultimately wound!" Light flickered in Lin Su's eyes.
Ming Tianyan softly let out a breath. "No matter what, the struggle of the Dao has begun to reveal ominous signs."
"Yes. In the past, struggles of the Dao were mostly fought with words. There were rarely