Yun Shan fell silent, clearly weighing how much of Xiao Jin's words he could trust.
In truth, he already believed seventy or eighty percent of it. The other party had used such heaven-defying means to drag him into an incredibly realistic illusion, proving that his abilities were far beyond anything Yun Shan could imagine.
After going to all this trouble, could it really have been just to weave a falsehood for him?
Yun Shan considered himself somewhat capable, but he did not think he was important enough to make a force like the Pill Tower go to such lengths.
After a long while, he finally asked hoarsely, "Young Master Xiao, what do you want this old man to do?"
"I need the Old Sect Master to work with me and dig a pit for the Soul Hall."
Xiao Jin grinned, but there was something cruel lurking in that smile.
He needed to seize the initiative. He could not simply wait passively for the Soul Hall to attack the Xiao Clan.
Yun Shan could still be won over, and the conflict between the Xiao Clan and the Misty Cloud Sect had not yet reached the point of irreconcilability.
He had personally killed four Dou Wangs from the Misty Cloud Sect, yet Yun Shan had not pursued the matter.
Though, admittedly, Yun Shan had also lacked the power to pursue it.
Since that was the case, why not join forces with the Misty Cloud Sect and set a trap for the Soul Hall in advance?
The Soul Hall was indeed powerful, with countless Dou Zong experts, but one day, Xiao Jin would be able to slaughter them all.
As he had said before, you might not care about losing three or five people, but would you still not care about losing three