If Bei Tangsu's guess was correct, then it meant that Divine Saber Hall might already have seen through his intentions. That was why they had deliberately intervened, strangling his ambitions in the cradle.
Yet lately, Bei Tangsu had not noticed any major upheaval within Divine Saber Hall. Everything remained as usual, which puzzled him greatly. After turning it over and over in his mind, he concluded that perhaps the people of Divine Saber Hall had other intentions.
They truly did not want him casting covetous eyes upon Yanzhou, yet at the same time, they truly hoped that he would master the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques and further take control of Demonic Saber Jingqing, thereby fulfilling Divine Saber Hall's long-cherished wish through generations.
Thus, Bei Tangsu now seemed more like a White Mouse kept in captivity, observed by others, with no real possibility of breaking through.
At the thought of that possibility, even Bei Tangsu's excellent composure could not keep a trace of anger from rising. The people of Divine Saber Hall were truly detestable.
Setting all else aside, in terms of strength alone, the people of Divine Saber Hall were not opponents Bei Tangsu could defy or resist at present—unless the person behind him made a move.
But that person merely treated him as a hidden pawn to be moved about at will. He was not truly indispensable.
Aside from initially handing down the demonic cultivation method to him, that person had offered no further support or contact whatsoever.
Seeing Bei Tangsu sink into thought, clearly trapped in his own fixed line of reasoning and a hundred thousand miles away from the truth, Gong Huai had no intention of offering him guidance or clearing the clouds for Lord Su. He merely continued,
"There is one more matter that this subordinate