Disciple

After a moment of silence, Li Xiao changed the subject, lowering his voice.

"Zuo Qianshan in the city is a hidden danger."

Shi Xin looked up at Li Xiao and nodded slightly.

He had seen it too. That Zuo Qianshan acted entirely according to his own whims. Today, he could help the Human Race kill Cangwu Old Ancestor's incarnation; tomorrow, he might very well turn to the Demon Race.

If Li Xiao had not possessed a trump card, that man would absolutely have sided with the Demon Race, even if he was a Demon Hunter.

The stronger such a person was, the greater the harm he could cause.

"Why not get rid of him?"

Shi Xin was startled by those words, his brows drawing tightly together.

He stared into Li Xiao's eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "As for Zuo Qianshan's strength, I fear no one below the Sixth Turn is his match.

"Though he is injured now, you saw the power of that Sword Qi with your own eyes.

"What if we failed to beat the tiger and were instead harmed by it?"

Shi Xin spoke slowly, every word seeming carefully weighed.

Li Xiao knew he had a point and nodded. "That is what concerns me as well."

He reached into his robes and touched the Talisman.

The Sect Master's Talisman had one final strike left, but using it against Zuo Qianshan would be far too extravagant.

He still wanted to use it to save his life.

"The Talisman left behind by the Sect Master still has the power of one strike, but it is a trump card for preserving my life. I cannot use it lightly," Li Xiao said pensively.

"I plan to tamper with the Pills.

"Besides, Zuo Qianshan is badly injured right now.