The white-robed woman sized up Lin Tianhe and another middle-aged man from the Yu Clan.
The Yu Clan had not sent anyone in charge. They had only sent a third-generation figure, whose cultivation realm was merely at the peak of Return to Void.
Compared to Lin Tianhe, a half-step Supreme figure, he was still far too lacking.
Thus, on the Buddhist Incense Society's side, their discussion was mainly conducted personally with Lin Tianhe, while that man from the Yu Clan was ignored off to the side.
"What do the two of you think of this plan to catch the turtle in the jar?"
Lin Tianhe feigned hesitation and said, "I feel it is not stable enough. This boy is not as simple as imagined. If everyone lies in ambush on the mountaintop waiting for him to come, no one knows what methods he may have to escape."
"I propose that the fellow Daoists of the Yu Clan should still guard the foot of the mountain. With an encirclement from above and below, inside and out, he will surely find it hard to fly even with wings."
"Fellow Daoist Yu, what is your opinion?"
The Yu-surnamed man turned his head and snorted coldly. "I have no opinion. In any case, it is merely catching one wet-behind-the-ears brat. It does not matter if our Yu Clan is absent."
Lin Tianhe's plan had succeeded!
In the end, only the people of the Lin Clan and the Buddhist Incense Society crouched in ambush together for the Show-off who would deliver himself to their door.
It was a night when the moon was dark and the wind was not calm.
At the summit bank of Purple Thunder Peak, in the center of a massive circular altar, there stood a transparent vessel shaped somewhat like