Zhao Jiuling looked at Su Xin. Though he appeared not to take Su Xin seriously, his vigilance had in fact risen to the utmost limit.
Though he had previously told Zhang Boduan that Su Xin was a mere wild upstart with too narrow a vision, and that Shaolin Temple was so incompetent it could not even wipe the filth from its own backside, in truth, Zhao Jiuling had never truly underestimated either Shaolin Temple or Su Xin. On the contrary, he had gathered detailed intelligence on both.
Given Su Xin's character and strength, Zhao Jiuling dared say there was a ninety percent chance that Su Xin would make a move.
The commotion caused by the Taoist Alliance this time was far too great. Zhao Jiuling knew that many sects in the Jianghu would be dissatisfied with them, and some sect factions might even come to stop them.
Those forces might be from the demonic path, from the Buddha Sect, or even Great Zhou.
Rather than wait for them to come looking for trouble, the Taoist Alliance might as well strike first, pick a target, and fight a battle. It would serve both to intimidate others and flaunt their strength, while allowing them to seize control of the rhythm through chaos. And the target Zhao Jiuling had chosen was Su Xin.
One reason was naturally that Su Xin carried enough weight. The other was that Su Xin's reputation in the Jianghu was bad enough.
Had Xuan Ku been here, Zhao Jiuling would not have dared play such a game. Though the Buddhist sects usually put on an aloof, lofty air, Zhao Jiuling was certain that at a critical moment, Xuan Ku could persuade most of the righteous-path sects to join forces against the Taoist Alliance.
Zhao Jiuling looked directly at Su