When Chang Er saw that Daoist Cao was unwilling to make a move, he strongly agreed and let out a great sigh of relief.
The more he learned about what Zhang Yu had done in the past, the more he understood how difficult this man was to deal with. He believed that unless they could call upon the means of a great power from the upper realm, it would be hard to handle him.
Yet he also knew that Daoist Cao would not give up until he achieved his goal, so he suggested, "Master Cao, should we deal with the others first and leave this man for last?"
After pondering for a moment, Daoist Cao rejected this. "No. Compared with the others, this man is more likely to attain the upper realm. And as a Patrol Guardian, if anything happens to the other mystic cultivators, it may rouse his vigilance. This matter cannot be rushed. We will hold still for now until I devise a secure plan."
He piloted the flying vessel back to the ground and leafed through the reports on the desk, each one related to Kui Lodge.
Over the years, he had traveled between the inner and outer layers many times, secretly finding ways to suppress and contain quite a few outstanding talents among the mystic cultivators. Yet he had never once resorted to brute force.
He believed that so long as one was a person of this world, one was bound to have weaknesses. If he could not take them down head-on, he would find another way around.
As he thought, he flipped through the reports, hoping to find a thread to follow. Then his hand suddenly stopped. A piece of information within caught his attention.
"Stomach Lodge's Mystic Venerable is giving a discourse?"
He tapped