Blazing Snow City.
"Fellow Daoist Hehuan, have you made up your mind?"
Inside the cave abode, Lin Chang'an and the Glazed Saintess of Vajra Temple had paid a secret visit. Once they explained their purpose, Old Devil Hehuan, normally the most unflappable of men, lost his composure for the first time in all these years.
His expression shifted uncertainly as he stared at the two before him, while his thoughts churned like rivers overturning and seas surging.
"Everyone says the Glazed Saintess and Fellow Daoist Lin share an unusually close relationship. I thought the rumors were outrageous enough, but reality turns out to be even more outrageous!"
Vajra Temple's Saintess was actually joining forces with an outsider, Lin Chang'an, to scheme against a cultivator of her own sect. Was that right?
Watching Old Devil Hehuan fall silent, pondering who knew what, Lin Chang'an remained composed. He did not believe Old Devil Hehuan could truly let everything go.
"Fellow Daoist Hehuan, have you forgotten the ambitions you held when you ascended? We cultivators spent a thousand years cultivating bitterly in the Lower Realm. Are you really content to while away what remains of your life? Don't you want to see a higher sky?"
"Besides, Fellow Daoist Liuli will take the lead in this matter, while I settle my score. As for you, Fellow Daoist Hehuan, you can use a Demon Core to disguise yourself when the time comes. Who would ever know?"
Lin Chang'an spoke calmly, without the slightest shame over his scheming.
What did this little scheme of his amount to? The moment the other man tried to sever his Dao Path, a mortal feud had already been forged between them.
Had the other man not had a backer as powerful as Vajra Temple, Lin Chang'an would have charged straight