Scheming

Hanyu naturally knew the drawbacks, so he cast a sidelong glance at the old Daoist, his eyes flickering.

The old Daoist immediately sensed a malicious thought sizing him up.

"What are you planning?"

Hanyu didn't bother with the slightest politeness. He grinned and got straight to the point.

"I remember you were able to trade quite a few moves with Meng Yun."

Ha!

The old Daoist sneered inwardly. Hanyu was being far too kind. It should've been that Meng Yun had failed to kill him even after trading a few moves.

"Don't even think about it!"

He knew what Hanyu was getting at and rejected it flat-out without a moment's hesitation.

Hanyu wanted him to draw Meng Yun away so he could emerge from underground and destroy the formation core.

It was a fine plan.

But the old Daoist didn't think he'd had his fill of life yet.

The last time he fought Meng Yun, he'd been beaten from start to finish. Meng Yun's Blood Sea had already reached completion, and with it in play, the old Daoist had been no match for him.

If Hanyu hadn't interrupted the fight, the old Daoist would've already been a goner.

Sending him to face Meng Yun again would be no different from asking for death.

"Whether or not Su Xiaoxiao can bring people here, Meng Yun is someone we can't avoid."

Hanyu might not have been as monstrously talented as Quan Xiaotong, but he wasn't stupid either. Meng Yun was an obstacle they couldn't get around.

Even if Su Xiaoxiao brought a whole crowd with him, with Meng Yun there, they'd still need someone to hold that powerhouse at bay.

"Unless you send someone else over."

Hanyu looked at the old Daoist.

If there was no one else, then it would have