A Game

"Yan Song, do you think you can lay a hand on me?"

Wei Henian's expression changed at the sight.

But he did not panic. Instead, he sneered. "Let me tell you, this is a restricted area of the sect! Look at the fellow disciples guarding the teleportation array! If you touch me, the Divine Prison will be your home for the rest of your life!"

"You..."

Yan Song's face darkened. "You dare threaten me?"

"Enough!"

Elder Zhao sighed and stopped the furious Yan Song. He turned to Wei Henian. "Wei Henian, we can talk this over. You wouldn't want Tian-Shu Peak as your enemy either, would you?"

"Elder Zhao, you're right."

Wei Henian broke into a radiant smile. "There's no feud between us. Senior Brother Yan Song even saved my life! I, Wei Henian, am not one to forget a kindness!"

"It's just that I truly have business to attend to. I need to leave the sect for a while!"

"When I return in a century or so, I'll make up for Tian-Shu Peak's losses this time. What do you think, Elder Zhao?"

Ever since Wei Henian had begun working for Tian-Shu Peak, he had provoked the Purple Firmament Party more than a dozen times. Yet Li Yunjing had not even asked about it.

That left Wei Henian with a feeling that made his heart pound!

When a cultivator had a feeling like that, he needed to be careful.

Wei Henian also knew Li Yunjing well. He knew Li Yunjing's cunning was unfathomable, and feared that if the matter came to light, he would be dragged down with it.

After all, he had a record!

If the Law Enforcement Hall caught him in another internal feud, Wei Henian was finished!

So no matter how much Wei Henian hated Li Yunjing,