Su Shuanghe's words were worth hearing, nothing more.
Zhai Que'er smiled. "There are methods for taking things slow, and methods for acting fast. With the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth upon us, variables arise everywhere. So what if a few Longevity Sword Cultivators die? Naturally, we cannot act personally, lest we invite suspicion."
"That may be so, but how do we go about it?"
"Crane Sorcerer, do you still remember Sword Garden?"
"Mm..."
"Once Sword Garden opens, the rising stars of the sword path in this realm swarm toward it like bees. In every sect and school, who among them is not treasured? Yet after one trip, even an outstanding talent like Wen Shifei—hailed as having the potential of a Devil Lord, with countless Demonic Sect elders favoring him—did he not also perish within?"
Su Shuanghe finally understood and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, a good idea. But how exactly do we choose and grasp the opportunity... Does such a place still exist in this world?"
"Of course it must be considered carefully. When dealing with the Xia clan, an idea slapped out after patting one's head may not necessarily work. Still, it is a line of thought, is it not?"
The tension left Su Shuanghe's face. "True enough. We can discuss this after we return. What should be done with this Divine Monastic?"
Zhai Que'er said, "This person? Useful, yes, but not very useful either—nothing more than chicken ribs. Still, when dealing with the Xia clan, we should keep more contingencies in reserve. As long as Crane Sorcerer can ensure that hiding her will be foolproof, we might as well spare her life for now."
Su Shuanghe's gaze circled over Se Yun several times. After considering it, he said, "Then... let her live for now."
"Very well."
With a faint