"Of course, that's no problem." I hurriedly sent a voice transmission, and Grand Elder Feng nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Your founding patriarch probably never imagined that, in the end, the grand formation would be broken through the cooperation of our two families. If he knows this from the underworld, you can be considered to have fulfilled his dying wish."
Naturally, I showered him with flattery. Although Grand Elder Feng was sinister and cunning, that didn't mean flattery couldn't pierce his defenses. Besides, he was in high spirits right now, so anything anyone said sounded sweet.
"Grand Elder Feng, this junior feels that we met far too late. I only wish I had encountered a renowned master like you sooner. If we want to dispel the grand formations of the other sects, I'm afraid it can't be done without your Illusory God Prefecture and the Swordfall Immortal Sect. How about I take you as my master? That way, with us having a master-disciple relationship, our cooperation would be only natural. We could then find a way to bring in the other sects. We can propose breaking the formations in the Five Sects' Hall of Deacons to deal with the increasingly severe situation of the world approaching the Proving Dao Heaven, thereby achieving our goal of undoing the formations. After that, shall we take the Star-Splitting Disk?" I asked.
"Hmph. You brat are sinister and cunning, which suits this old man's taste perfectly. I lost a son, and he even died at your hands. It wouldn't be excessive for you to pay with your life. You must also be worried that I might harm you, right? You needn't be. If someone is useful to this old man, I would never kill him! However, becoming this old man's disciple isn't so easy."