"Junior Brother Qi Yuan, there's something I must ask. Forgive this senior brother for being slow-witted..."
A hundred zhang beneath Lindong City, two figures huddled together as they felt their way through the darkness, searching for the slightest glimmer of light in this cruel Primordial World.
The short Daoist Jiu Wu led the way, carrying a treasured sword still in its scabbard.
'Qi Yuan'—that was, Li Changshou's Paper Daoist—followed behind Martial Uncle Jiu Wu, gradually approaching the grand pleasure house that concealed Demonic Aura.
Jiu Wu turned his head and sent a Sound Transmission. "Logically speaking, an ambush should be carried out on a dark and windy night.
"It is broad daylight, under a bright and clear sky, and it even happens to be noon. Wouldn't it be cleaner to simply charge in?"
"Senior Brother, that is where you are mistaken."
Imitating his master's voice, Li Changshou replied through Sound Transmission, "At this hour, there are few customers in such a place. These mortals are all resting.
"We saw it last night. This place was bustling after dark."
Jiu Wu slowly voiced his agreement and smiled. "I never expected you to know this place so well, Junior Brother Qi Yuan."
"I heard Changshou mention it a few times."
Li Changshou sighed inwardly. To preserve his master's good name, he could only sacrifice his own.
Jiu Wu immediately clicked his tongue and chuckled softly. "Now that you put it that way, I believe it.
"That eldest disciple of yours has a heart blacker than the ashes at the bottom of the alchemy furnace! Once he starts hatching schemes, even a Primordial Immortal can't withstand him, and a True Immortal will stumble headlong. Once he passes the Heavenly Tribulation for Becoming an Immortal, he will probably dare scheme against even Celestial Immortals."