"I understand now. You want me to be the bait?"
By this point, Young Lord Ghost Luck understood practically everything. He knew perfectly well why they had sought him out.
A faint sneer curled at his lips. "What a fine scheme you have. Ye Xiwen may look reckless and impulsive, but he is actually as cunning as a fox. He never does anything unless he is certain of success. You have opposed him for decades, yet you could not kill him. Instead, you let him grow into a grave threat. So you want to use his hatred for me to lure him out, then uproot him in one stroke. But why should I help you?"
"Boy, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. The fact that we have not killed you is already your good fortune!" the Thunder Beast said.
"Trying to kill me would not be easy even for you. Besides, without me, there would be no bait. Your plan to draw Ye Xiwen out would go up in smoke. If you drag things out for another few hundred or thousand years, perhaps he will attain the Dao outright. Tsk, tsk. By then, I fear disaster will come crashing down upon your heads!" Having figured this out, Young Lord Ghost Luck immediately stopped feeling nervous. Though he seemed utterly incapable of resisting before these two incomparably powerful experts, he was not without trump cards. Conversely, these two experts needed his strength. What benefit would there be in killing him? His heart instantly settled.
"Good boy, you've got guts!" the Thunder Beast said viciously. "But don't push your luck. Don't get too pleased with yourself. Given Ye Xiwen's vengeful nature, even if he wants to trouble us, it will take at least several hundred or thousand years. But