A Fine Display of Hypocrisy

"Mind your manners in the dead of night," Zhou Zhi said with feigned sternness, coughing to conceal his guilty conscience.

"Instructor Zhou, there's something I need to tell you," Apricot Blossom Rain said softly.

"What is it?" Zhou Zhi kept his gaze under control, trying not to glance at Apricot Blossom Rain's slender neck or her full breasts, ready to burst from her clothes. Otherwise, he truly feared he would be unable to restrain the desire in his heart.

Apricot Blossom Rain leaned closer to Zhou Zhi and whispered, "It concerns Instructor Lu Feng. Have you heard about him holding two positions at once?"

Zhou Zhi sat up a little straighter and nodded. "You mean how he went to Tian Yuan City to become a prison official? I've heard something of it. He's nothing but a useless rat, already looking for a way out before the Instructor Tournament has even begun."

Apricot Blossom Rain obediently voiced her agreement, then added, "Instructor Zhou, I have an idea that can keep him from becoming this prison official. I wonder if I should say it."

"Oh?" Zhou Zhi's interest was piqued. "If we can cut off his escape route, that would naturally be excellent. Quickly, let me hear it."

Putting on an innocent, harmless expression, Apricot Blossom Rain concisely laid out the plan Zhao Wumian had proposed earlier.

After a long while, a vicious glint surfaced on Zhou Zhi's face. This could do more than cut off Lu Feng's way out—perhaps they could even borrow Martial Spirit Prison's hand to take his life!

"This plan will need roughly half a month to ferment. By then, it will happen to be when the Instructor Tournament ends," Zhou Zhi mused inwardly, as though he could already see Lu Feng losing the tournament, being swept out