Luo Xingzi let out a cold snort, then shot toward the horizon. In just two or three blinks, he vanished from sight.
Wei Xianyi continued examining the situation. Seeing the immortals from the Divine Illusion Manor all looking deathly pale, he smiled and said, "There's no need for all of you to be so frightened. What's done is done. What good is it to panic? We need to think about how to resolve this. How about this? Tell this old man everything that happened, from beginning to end. I guarantee that you can join my Azure-Robed Immortal Pavilion and spend the rest of your days peacefully handling internal affairs within the sect. I won't let you touch this tribulation again, either. After all, I'm afraid this matter will haunt you for a hundred years, won't it?"
I secretly marveled at how Wei Xianyi was truly sinister, yet carried a feeling as refreshing as a spring breeze. An existence like that was the most terrifying of all, and he truly lived up to his status as an old monster. With just a few words, this group of immortals would have no choice but to defect to him. They would even have to obediently reveal the secrets within. This was a strategy of pulling the firewood out from under the pot. Luo Xingzi might have seemingly grasped the entire chain of events, obtained the Fallen Sword Diagram, and perhaps even struck a blow against the Divine Illusion Manor, but Wei Xianyi had gained far more!
First, he had someone else standing in front of him to block the attacks. Second, he had gained a whole group of loyal followers. Third, he could learn the inside story. He could advance or retreat as he pleased.
Sure enough, among so many elders, there were