Song Qingshu froze. "Kill the Demon Master at the Demon Master Palace? Are you joking?"
The Sky-Connecting Shaman stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly toward the Demon Master Palace. "With two Grandmasters joining forces, what could the mere Demon Master Palace amount to? Besides, nearly half of the Demon Master Palace's experts were injured or killed during the Western Xia trip. Other than Pang Ban, the rest are nothing to worry about."
Song Qingshu said solemnly, "But I'm injured."
The Sky-Connecting Shaman sneered. "Yet you don't seem injured at all. Don't forget, Pang Ban is injured too."
"Pang Ban's injuries are far lighter than mine." Song Qingshu had a headache as well. He needed to make it clear that he was injured without seeming too weak, lest the other man decide to kill him outright. That would be a terrible loss. "Besides, even if I weren't injured, it's easy for two Grandmasters to defeat one man, but very difficult to kill him. Not to mention, this is his home ground."
The Sky-Connecting Shaman snorted. "You keep making excuses. I think you simply don't want to act. So you're going to go back on what you promised?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "Dealing with Temujin and Pang Ban serves our shared interests. But right now, the enemy is in the open while we are concealed. We must wait for the right chance and strike with certainty. We can't take risks."
The Sky-Connecting Shaman stared at him, his eyes behind the mask icy cold. "And what would count as the right chance?"
"I don't know yet. We can only wait," Song Qingshu said in a low voice.
The Sky-Connecting Shaman fell silent for a long while before finally saying, "Fine. I'll wait with you for a few more days.