"It really is time to teach the martial artists of the Northern Region a lesson." Lin Bai narrowed his eyes, sharp light swirling in them.
"What are you planning to do?" Ancestor Pan Qing immediately sensed trouble and asked worriedly.
"Can we play dirty?" Lin Bai raised his brows slightly and asked Pan Qing.
"Saint Son, don't do anything reckless." Ancestor Pan Qing sounded somewhat shocked.
But after saying that, Ancestor Pan Qing grew curious again. "Play dirty? How are you planning to do that?"
Lin Bai chuckled softly. "His Majesty has already decreed that we cannot openly become enemies with the martial artists of the Northern Region, but His Majesty never said... that we couldn't deal with them in secret."
Ancestor Pan Qing's eyes widened. "Forget it, forget it. Don't tell me. I don't want to know about the things you people are doing."
"Do whatever you want on your own."
"If you cause trouble, go ask Emperor Chu to clean up the mess for you!"
After Ancestor Pan Qing finished speaking, he hesitated briefly, then smiled. "But if you're venting the Chu Kingdom's anger, His Majesty will definitely protect you—and even reward you."
Lin Bai nodded. "Understood. Then I'll take my leave first."
With that, Lin Bai left the council hall.
When he had just returned to his residence, Lin Bai saw Bai Yifei, Zhou Xinjin, Yi Zien, and the others gathered inside. "Greetings, Senior Brother Saint Son." Bai Yifei led the many junior brothers in cupping their fists and saluting Lin Bai. "Thank you, Senior Brother Saint Son, for coming to our rescue. It was truly because we junior brothers were lacking in skill and disgraced the sect, which was why we were scolded by Ancestor—
"It's not your fault." Lin Bai shook his head and sat