The hook-nosed elder frowned. After a brief moment of thought, he said, "I'm afraid that would be inappropriate!"
"How is it inappropriate?" The Pale-faced Cultivator looked displeased. In his heart, nothing mattered more than venting this resentment.
The Hook-nosed Elder looked deeply contemplative as he answered.
"Sunset City's once-in-a-century auction is about to begin, and forces from all sides of the Thirteen Docks of the East Sea are gathering one after another."
"At such a critical juncture, if we act rashly and draw the attention of other forces, it may... affect our plans for Sunset City!"
"Young Master should know that Sunset City is a great fat slab of meat. Among the Thirteen Docks of the East Sea, aside from a few forces like Sword Island, which one does not wish to take control of Sunset City? At this crucial moment, we cannot hand others a weapon to use against us!"
Hatred flickered in the Pale-faced Cultivator's eyes. Only after pondering for a moment did he gradually calm down, though impatience remained on his face. "So you mean... we can only let this matter go?"
"Let it go? Certainly not. This way, this old servant will first send people to keep watch on them in secret. No matter how close the seven of them are, they cannot possibly act together at all times."
"If a suitable opportunity arises, this old servant will strike from the shadows. If that still does not work, it will not be too late to deal with them after they leave Sunset City. After all... Sunset City is not the only place where our forces are strong, is it?"
"For now, the most urgent matter is to focus on healing Young Master's injuries."
The hook-nosed elder continued, swiftly offering his suggestion.
"Hmph. We'll arrange it that