"My lord, this subordinate has a plan that will surely lure Jiang Ping An out of the Cultivation Ground."
This subordinate knelt on the ground and vowed with absolute confidence.
"If you've got something to say, spit it out already. Stop dawdling."
Xu Qinglan was in an irritable mood and badly wanted to kill a few people to vent his frustration.
The subordinate hurriedly said, "Since he is a member of the Cultivation Ground, he must follow its rules. My lord can contact the higher-ups of the Cultivation Ground and organize an expedition trial, requiring everyone to participate. Once they are outside, there will be a chance to make a move against Jiang Ping An."
Xu Qinglan's eyes immediately lit up. "Right, we can hold a trial and lure Jiang Ping An out."
Suddenly, he thought of something and frowned. "But that fellow registered as a Refining Master. He can refuse this sort of expedition trial."
The subordinate said, "That is easy to handle as well. Find a way to organize an expedition trial specifically for Refining Masters. In short, as long as Jiang Ping An is brought out of the Cultivation Ground, the assassins will have a chance to strike."
"Ha ha~"
Xu Qinglan flashed before the subordinate and patted his shoulder. "Good. Your suggestion is excellent. I'll reward you later."
The subordinate smiled, but cursed inwardly: If you fucking want to reward me, then reward me now. If you wait until later, you'll fucking forget.
Xu Qinglan quickly departed to discuss the matter of an expedition trial for Refining Masters with the higher-ups.
A few days later, Jiang Ping An returned to the Nether King Ship.
Although he knew Xu Qinglan wanted to harm him, he also knew that he was safer within the Cultivation Ground.
Xu Qinglan