I Think I Might Have a Way

"What's wrong?"

Hanyu was the first to notice Quan Xiaotong's expression. He had rarely seen him look so grave.

It wasn't just him. The people from the Central Continent had also noticed Quan Xiaotong's ashen face.

"I hope I'm overthinking this."

Quan Xiaotong let out a sudden sigh, his face gradually tightening with worry.

There were no signs of large numbers of Yanluo Hall cultivators roaming the Southern Border, and Su Xiaoxiao wasn't in any danger.

It was unlikely that Yanluo Hall was trying to wipe out the Heavenly Dao Sect.

If they weren't trying to wipe them out, why had they still sent people there?

No matter how he looked at it, something didn't add up.

Because it made no sense!

To him, everything anyone did had to have a purpose.

They had sent people to find the Heavenly Dao Sect. If they weren't there to wipe them out, then they must have some other purpose.

To stall them!

His instincts told him that Yanluo Hall wanted to keep the Heavenly Dao Sect occupied!

"That doesn't make sense. Yanluo Hall is no weaker than us."

The old Daoist shook his head doubtfully.

From what they knew of Yanluo Hall, they weren't the type to engage in such petty skirmishes.

"What if their real objective is somewhere else?"

Quan Xiaotong sighed and asked in return.

Could that mean Yanluo Hall was planning something major elsewhere?

The old Daoist knitted his brows, trying to follow Quan Xiaotong's line of thought and take it further.

Seeing this, Quan Xiaotong could only offer another hint.

"What if they need to carry out their plan without anyone interfering—or even need to make sure no one can interfere?"

"What if they need you to wait in the Southern Border until they've finished?"

A flash of