Ying Wuji's abilities were something Song Zhui knew fairly well. He was a Ghost Cultivator capable of killing True Lake cultivators across realms.
For such a powerful Ghost Cultivator to deal with someone at Cloud River Tier Five, there should have been no possibility of failure.
Yet in that sudden turn of events, Ying Wuji had been seriously wounded and fled. Song Zhui's plan, once brimming with confidence, instantly went up in smoke.
How exactly had Ying Wuji been exposed? Song Zhui truly could not figure it out.
But there was no point considering that now. Ying Wuji had fled and could no longer be counted on. If they wanted to kill Lu Ye... they could only launch a direct assault!
Song Zhui had not wanted to proceed this way, because even if he killed Lu Ye, there would not be much benefit left for him. At most, it would raise his reputation and prestige a little. In the future, whenever Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators spoke of Lu Yiye, they would remember that he had died in an operation led by Song Zhui.
What fucking use were reputation and prestige to him? Only tangible resources counted as real benefits.
The smile vanished from Song Zhui's face, and his expression turned solemn. Only now did he realize that he seemed to have underestimated this Lu Yiye.
Letting out a soft breath, Song Zhui said, "Fellow Cultivator Lu, you have yet to answer my earlier proposal."
"I refuse!"
The decisive reply reached his ears, and Song Zhui gave a slight nod.
Just as expected. If Lu Ye had truly agreed to such a thing, then there would have been something wrong with his head. As Song Zhui had said before, even ants clung to life, much less cultivators.
"Then what transaction does