Each Makes Their Arrangements

"That little ghost surnamed Zhang can be ignored for now!"

At the same time,

In some shadowy region, the Black-Robed Old Ghost mentioned by the middle-aged Daoist cultivator was likewise gazing into the dim sky overhead, as though his eyes had pierced through countless obstacles and seen the figure of the middle-aged Daoist cultivator standing at the other end of the world.

Behind him,

Stood an elderly couple, both short in stature, leaning on Walking Sticks, their faces wrinkled like the bark of an old scholar tree.

Beside that elderly couple stood a bald middle-aged man dressed in gray, resembling an old farmer from an ordinary household. Half of his bare scalp was covered in blue tattoo patterns, giving him an air of sharp toughness mixed with exotic flair.

All three were helpers the Black Robe Old Daoist had hired for this trip.

They waited behind him, listening for his orders.

"That kid is only at the True Essence Sixth Layer after all. As long as we take him seriously, he won't be difficult to deal with. He can't stir up much of a storm."

"Besides, the Zhang Family was nearly crippled by our two families' joint attack three hundred years ago. Coupled with the suppression of these past years, they simply have little strength left to provide support."

"The only one worth worrying about on this trip is that old dog Liu Daoyan."

"I know his character well. He likes keeping the whole feast to himself and won't allow anyone else to take even the slightest advantage. If I'm not mistaken, he has likely already made arrangements against me for this trip!"

Though he spoke thus, there was not the slightest hint of tension on the Black Robe Old Daoist's face.

Instead, he wore an expression as though victory