Black Stone, who had come to report something, saw the three discussing matters and paused to wait nearby. After hearing their conversation, he could not help sighing inwardly. Even now, the three still guarded against one another, trusted none of the others, and still regarded each other as their true mortal enemies.
He knew very well that if not for this, if the Nine Saints stood united, no one in the world could shake their position.
If not for this, Granny Snow would not have died. They likely could have joined hands in the Desolate Marsh Deadlands and dealt with Kun Linshu.
Luo Qiu would not have died either. They likely could have dealt with Luo Fangfei in the Desolate Marsh Deadlands.
If Luo Qiu and Yuan Se had not fought among themselves and been exploited, Yuan Se would not have died either.
Even Lü Wushuang—if he had revealed the secret and everyone had planned their actions together, nothing would likely have happened.
If the Nine Saints had advanced and retreated as one, Changsun Mi and Mu Lianze might not have died either. If all nine had entered the Butterfly Dream Illusory Realm with one heart, they might well have slaughtered the Sacred Rakshasa already.
In short, the Nine Saints had withered to this state, and at its root, it was all the result of internal strife.
Wu Chang said, "Enough. Things have come to this; there is no point talking about any of that. The problem now is that they are in the shadows while we are in the open. Everything we are doing is to find them. Once we lock down the target's location, nothing else will be a problem."
He did not need to say more. Lan Daolin and Du Wuxu both understood that principle. If Misty