Cheng Jingfeng Coughs Up Blood in Anger at Su Shi'er

Hmph!

Su Shi'er?

Shen Miaoyin?

For all your foxlike cunning, haven't you walked straight into my trap?

I don't care where your confidence comes from. Once you reach the site of that broken formation, even if you have the power to reach the heavens, I'll make sure you never return.

You think you can fight me? What a joke!

Cheng Jingfeng stood to one side, his head bowed.

After making his suggestion, he said nothing more.

He had achieved his aim. Anything else he said now would be pointless.

And when he thought of how everything was under his control—even the fox-cunning Su Shi'er and someone as calculating as Shen Miaoyin were helpless against his schemes—

Cheng Jingfeng could not help feeling a private surge of pride and delight.

One thought kept circling through his mind: There's no end to the pleasure of matching wits with others!

Yet just as Cheng Jingfeng was savoring his triumph,

Su Shi'er's voice rang out again at the worst possible moment.

"Senior Sister Shen, Daoist Zhang, there's no need to rush this!"

At the sound, Cheng Jingfeng's delight vanished. He turned toward Su Shi'er on instinct.

What is this fellow up to now?!

After having his plans disrupted by Su Shi'er time and again, Cheng Jingfeng had, without realizing it, developed a dread of him.

A sense of foreboding seized him.

"Hmm? Do you have some thoughts on the matter, young friend?"

Daoist Zhang studied Su Shi'er through narrowed eyes and hurried to ask.

His face betrayed nothing, but inwardly he was uneasy. He feared Su Shi'er would use his connection with Shen Miaoyin to step forward in her place.

Su Shi'er might be a decent man, and Daoist Zhang had heard that his skill with formations was respectable. But compared with Shen Miaoyin,