Those words from Zeng Shushu made Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi's eyes light up.
It really was an excellent angle to approach the matter from!
Using the past to discuss the present, with reason and evidence.
Although it was a bit of a stretch, in this situation, it was the best argument for securing Zhang Xiaofan the greatest possible benefit.
"Senior Brother Zeng, you've been a tremendous help!"
Li Xiaoyu praised him sincerely.
He hadn't expected Zeng Shushu, who usually seemed so carefree, to be so dependable at a crucial moment.
"Heh, it was nothing."
Zeng Shushu scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
"Xiao Fan and I are friends, after all. I couldn't just stand by and watch him get into trouble."
He paused, then added, "But this alone won't be enough."
"Tomorrow, in the hall, Martial Uncle Cangsong will definitely seize the chance to attack. He oversees discipline and has great prestige in the sect. We have to find a way to make him shut up."
Hearing this, Li Xiaoyu nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"As for Martial Uncle Cangsong, I have a way to deal with him."
Looking at the names on the table, Li Xiaoyu already had a complete plan in mind.
"Tomorrow, we won't just save Xiao Fan. We'll make those people trying to stir up trouble end up stealing a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it!"
Lu Xueqi and Zeng Shushu looked at him, both stirred by his forceful presence. Their worries eased a little.
The three of them continued discussing matters in the quiet room for a long time, going over every possible turn of events the next day and making detailed plans for how to respond.
It wasn't until the eastern sky began to pale that