Ziwei Palace.
"Not interfere, Big Brother?"
Hearing Bo Yikao's reply, Ji Fa's emotions seemed to grow somewhat agitated. "Big Brother, I know too. They want to use us to deal with True Martial, and I also know the Jade Emperor won't allow either us or Xuantian Palace to stand alone as the sole power."
"Even if we bring down the one surnamed Lu this time, in the future there will still be someone surnamed Zheng, surnamed Niu, surnamed Ma, to sit in the position of True Martial Great Emperor. But I don't care. As long as the position of True Martial isn't held by that Lu, that's enough. Little Brother's death definitely has something to do with him..."
Bo Yikao suddenly raised his head and asked, "What you care about—is it truly only Little Brother's death?"
Ji Fa froze, then said, "Big Brother, what are you saying? If what I care about isn't Little Brother's death, what else could it be? This time we already have absolute confidence of victory, we just..."
"We just lack someone of weight like me to step forward and launch a fatal strike against him, right?"
Bo Yikao looked deeply at Ji Fa and said, "Do not bring this matter up again. It has been long since we last met, Second Brother. You should listen instead to whether your elder brother's zither skills have improved!"
"You..."
Ji Fa stared at Bo Yikao in shock. "Even after I've said all this, Big Brother still won't agree?"
Bo Yikao shook his head and said, "I already said it. True Martial is now guarding North Heaven Gate and resisting the Demon Race. Besides him, who else can guard North Heaven Gate—you, or me?"
"Since there is no one to replace him, don't think of bringing him down. It