"Of course. He thinks about killing you every day, too." Wang Xuanfeng grinned.
"Helian Ming!" Lin Xuan cried out.
"That's right!"
Wang Xuanfeng nodded in reply.
Lin Xuan's gaze sharpened, utterly bewildered, yet Wang Xuanfeng had once again seen through his thoughts.
"You want to ask why I haven't killed him, right?"
Lin Xuan silently nodded.
"Simple. It's all part of the setup, the planning. Let him develop a little longer. When the time comes, we'll naturally cast the net and reel it in."
"Do you really think your master is that irrational, tearing all pretense with Helian Ming at the drop of a hat?"
"We were just putting on a show for him. Once he grew a little stronger and scraped a little more from the Sanskrit Sound Temple and the Bloodshadow Fiendlands, wouldn't everything become ours once we killed him?"
Lin Xuan was stunned, his jaw hanging wide open.
Fuck, this guy was a real old sixth!
He had thought Helian Ming was simply too powerful, and Divine Firmament did not want to lose such a formidable elder.
But now Lin Xuan understood. Fuck, it was all a trap—a heaven-shaking scheme aimed at Helian Ming.
Lin Xuan began observing a moment of silence for Helian Ming. Every day, he probably thought he was hot shit, when in truth he had long since been targeted by an old sixth.
Bandit Wang Xuanfeng!
At that moment, Lin Xuan felt it deeply. This was no ordinary bandit. Fuck, this was a bandit with great wisdom.
It was practically like raising venomous insects in a jar. It was far too thrilling.
Only after a long while did Lin Xuan suppress the shock in his heart and raise his head to look at Wang Xuanfeng again.
"What do you mean? Holy Master, shouldn't