"It turned out that was the case!" Zhang Fan murmured.
"Then, Daoist Lord, should we still proceed according to my plan tomorrow?" Zhang Fan asked.
His plan was to kill Zhao Han.
Zhang Fan knew he couldn't kill Zhao Han in an instant, so he had to ask the old man for help.
Besides, if he did it himself, he might be exposed.
And if someone from the Seek Immortal organization found out, that would be a problem.
Then Green Robe Old Monster would also learn what he was after. Even if he got the Golden Bamboo Pole, he'd be in serious trouble.
What he needed was to fake his death without leaving a trace, and slip away so no one could find him.
The old man smiled. "Of course. Your plan is flawless. I'll help you when the time comes."
Zhang Fan felt reassured and smiled. "Then I'll head back to the inn first. I'll be waiting for you to make your move tomorrow."
"By the way, what are you planning to do with Ming Zhu?"
At the mention of Ming Zhu, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I have my own way of handling it. Either way, I won't mistreat her."
Zhang Fan's lips curled in disdain.
The old man clearly wasn't a decent man. It was easy to guess how he'd treat her.
Zhang Fan couldn't be bothered to care what happened to Ming Zhu. She wasn't his daughter; she was Ming Yue and Green Robe Old Monster's daughter. What did he care if she lived or died?
With that, Zhang Fan's figure vanished.
The old man didn't get up. Instead, he smiled and said, "You heard that, didn't you? Seek Immortal has made its move again."
A monk in a kasaya, hands clasped before his