"Hmph! Was I overthinking this?"
A cold, sharp glint flashed through Yan Tianming's eyes.
No matter how many setbacks he had suffered, he was still one of the Four Symbols Sect's Vice Sect Masters. What were these people, to dare clamor before him?
His expression turned faintly cold. "Then I would like to know—if you led a pack of trash into offending our Four Symbols Sect, then made such an unwise decision afterward, would you take any precautions?"
"Of course I would..."
Before the man could finish speaking, his eyes had already widened.
Old ginger was still spicier. He had let his guard down for one moment and fallen straight into the pit dug by this old bastard.
That one "of course I would" had slapped his own face cleanly.
"Then what does Vice Sect Master Yan think we should do?" The man still looked thoroughly displeased.
"If you had not interrupted me, I would have issued the order long ago. Hmph!"
Yan Tianming snorted coldly and shouted, "Men! Send out every Eighth-tier Saint Star Position expert. Spare no cost to monitor every move of the Chasing Stars Sect along the way. Even if they all flee to the Palace of King Yama, you must bring accurate information back to me!"
The two men who had just joined forces to criticize Yan Tianming—
and had even wanted to speak up for the fellow Yan Tianming had angrily rebuked—completely abandoned their original intentions once Yan Tianming gave the order.
No matter how much pointless speculation they made here, it could not compare to truly gaining complete control over the Chasing Stars Sect's movements.
If anyone dared say Yan Tianming was wrong at a time like this,
there would be no need for Yan Tianming to say another word. That man's self-inflicted