Daoist Xing Chuan and Tang Feng had fought for three days straight without a victor. Each time, people from the continent came to stop them, refusing to let them continue their contest, and he would withdraw at the right moment.
Yet by now, he had also sensed that Tang Feng did not seem anxious about this matter at all, as if he too were deliberately dragging things out.
After returning, he told Si Wuzhang about it. The latter also believed his feeling was most likely correct. Though the other side had initially intended to seize his senior brother's body, they should now have some such intent mixed in as well.
Once Gongsun Min's body arrived, Venerable Bai Xiu would inevitably have to respond. If even the beheading of his disciple drew no reaction from him, then who else would stand by his side?
Si Wuzhang believed that Venerable Bai Xiu might be busy with something at present and unable to get away, so he had simply let matters drag on like this.
However, he did not advise Daoist Xing Chuan to hand over Gongsun Min's body immediately. Since Zhang Yu had instructed them on what to do yet had not taken the initiative to urge them, it meant he did not care about a day or two. There was no need for them to change their minds on their own.
So long as Venerable Bai Xiu did not show himself, they could simply keep dragging it out.
After hearing his judgment, Daoist Xing Chuan was more than happy with this arrangement.
His visualization diagram needed to improve through battle, but ordinary underlings and those far weaker than him could not produce the desired effect. Having a peer whose Dao arts could be called profound accompany him in sparring every day