"What strategy do you have, sir?"
Huo Xiaoshan turned his gaze toward the stronghold's adviser, curiosity in his eyes.
He had in fact been keeping watch on Jiang Che as well. Zhao Mingcheng had already sent word back: Kou Yuansheng had secretly been imprisoned elsewhere by Jiang Che, and Song Ji was now the only one left in the martial camp's prison.
With Zhu Sheng standing in the way, there was no means of transferring Jiang Che elsewhere.
Therefore, the only course now was to deal with Jiang Che as quickly as possible, lest the matter of the Innate Spiritual Energy grow into a bigger affair. This concerned Crouching Tiger Mountain's grand plan for its rise, and absolutely could not go wrong.
Without an Innate martial artist overseeing it, Crouching Tiger Mountain was merely a band of wandering bandits and mountain brigands. It would never win the favor of the higher sect.
"Jiang Che has searched the entire city for Kou Qing and is even willing to pay any price. That proves he must have learned of the secret of the Innate Spiritual Energy within Kou Yuansheng through some other channel.
"But whether Zhu Sheng knows is still unknown. So Jiang Che must die—that is the premise. Yet I have already investigated this man thoroughly. Though he appears utterly unrestrained and crazed in his conduct,
"his daily schedule is packed tight and extremely secretive. It will be very difficult to eliminate him without a sound. We must lure him out of the city before we can reduce this matter's impact."
Mr. Liang stroked the long beard beneath his chin, looking as though victory rested securely in his grasp.
But Huo Xiaoshan was speechless.
Everything he had said was nonsense. What Huo Xiaoshan wanted to hear was his strategy, not a