Scheming

They needed to think this over carefully. If they agreed to Ye Lin's proposal and killed those three, all they would lose was the power in their own hands and the risk of being exposed.

In return, they would be able to befriend Ye Lin. From then on, they and Ye Lin would be grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

That was no different from asking them to consider Ye Lin's future influence. If Ye Lin failed to become Sect Master, then neither would any of the three of them.

When that time came, everything would be over. They would all be dead as a doornail.

"This matter requires long-term deliberation."

After holding it in for ages, Zhao Ping'an finally squeezed out that one sentence.

In the end, he was still afraid. It had nothing to do with courage—anyone who could become one of Nameless Mountain's Ten Sequences surely did not lack guts. Rather, the consequences of this matter were simply too immense.

So immense that even they trembled with fear.

In any sect, killing one's fellow disciples was a capital crime, much less when the targets were three of Nameless Mountain's Ten Sequences.

"I already know where they are, so there's no need for long-term deliberation. I can only give you three minutes to consider."

"If you haven't agreed after three minutes, I'll find someone else."

Watching the three of them remain silent, Ye Lin felt a headache coming on. In his eyes, this was just a small matter.

After all, when those three had come to assassinate him, every one of them had been confident and certain of success. Clearly, they had prepared long in advance, though Ye Lin did not know what exactly their preparations were.

But they clearly had some means that gave them confidence they