You Ziwo bore a mission and had no leisure to quarrel with Wu Yuanchen. Yet from the moment he sensed and discovered the other man, the hostility from across the way had been quite obvious. Put simply, Wu Yuanchen might have been angered because You Ziwo had ruined the atmosphere of the gathering and hindered the "harvesting."
But viewed more deeply, the demon sect lineage possessed, aside from its own faith, the finest inheritance for manipulating human hearts. If the relevant materials and treasures fell into its hands, would that not be like adding wings to a tiger? By comparison, if the sects of the Xiyu Alliance acquired those things, they could do little besides put a thorn in their side.
From this perspective, the demon sect had always been the prime suspect, and Wu Yuanchen had lingered in the northern lands for some time now. Naturally, he stood in a melon patch beneath a plum tree.
Another blunt question was this: if he magnanimously allowed Wu Yuanchen to recuperate, would the man truly feel grateful once his injuries had healed?
You Ziwo knew Wu Yuanchen's character very well. Calling him narrow-minded might be going too far, but the phrase "repaying every slight" fit him perfectly. Having already offended him, there was no point hoping for a peaceful conclusion later.
Thinking one layer deeper, Wu Yuanchen was highly skilled in methods of divine intent and was a man of true temperament himself. If he could be used as a sacrifice and offered before the Divine Lord's throne...
You Ziwo's heart thumped.
The instant the thought arose, killing intent boiled in his heart like water in a cauldron, steam billowing and bubbling noisily. The Eight-angled Treasure Banner spun imperceptibly faster, forming a force of internal convergence that suppressed the boiling thoughts.