"This matter may not necessarily be the fault of these three fellow cultivators. The Three Sects' cultivators were cunning by nature. Perhaps their earlier decision was merely a smokescreen." Zhao Mingyuan spoke at once, yet did not so much as glance at the three men.
"Yes, yes, yes! The Three Sects' cultivators acted entirely according to Su Shi'er's plans. That brat was sinister and treacherous."
"Perhaps... he changed his mind at the last moment, and a blind cat happened to stumble upon a dead mouse!"
"That's right, it must have been so. They must have blundered into the correct judgment by sheer accident!"
The three men nodded repeatedly, shoving the entire matter onto Su Shi'er in one breath as they hastily defended themselves.
The instant they learned that the Three Sects' cultivators had appeared at the Ten Mile Art Gallery, the three of them had been stunned senseless. This was nothing like the script they had agreed upon at the start.
Now that Lin Wuyou had diverted the disaster onto them and deliberately stirred the waters, their thoughts were already in complete disarray.
Lin Wuyou raised a brow and continued, "Oh? A blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse? No matter how cunning Su Shi'er may be, this was a matter involving the lives of nearly a hundred Golden Core stage powerhouses from the Three Sects. Did he... truly dare to gamble?"
The moment these words left his mouth, two flashes of suspicion shot through Zhao Mingyuan's eyes. "Oh? Fellow Cultivator Lin means... the Three Sects' cultivators knew exactly where we had laid our ambush?"
As the Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty, Zhao Mingyuan naturally possessed immense authority and the greatest share of resources.
Yet wherever there were people, even cultivators, there would be struggles for power.
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