Li Fuchan looked at Quan Yong, his brow furrowing. Before the smile had fully faded from his face, it had turned cold. "Are you making sport of me, Abbot Quan?"
Quan Yong remained composed, without the slightest hint of jest. "What, you're unwilling?"
Li Fuchan did not answer, instead asking, "If you won't explain yourself, Abbot Quan, how can you expect me to do it willingly? Besides... that is a Wisdom King. How could a mere ant like me spoil a Wisdom King's plans? Surely you don't think a Spirit Artifact, a cultivation manual, and a Magic Robe can buy my life and send me to my death?"
Seeing his cold expression and hearing the barely restrained edge in his voice, Quan Yong softened his tone to reassure him. "We are bound by a Spirit Oath. How could I harm you?"
Li Fuchan sneered, unmoved. "Then please take back what you just said, Abbot Quan, and think of another condition."
Quan Yong fell silent for a moment, apparently considering how to persuade him, before saying, "Though I don't know exactly where you came from, you carry a Dao Lineage like Contrary Thunder, which exists only in legend, and know so many secrets. With only Outer Scenery cultivation, you dared meddle in the great undertaking of the Southern Return, and even plotted against me time and again. To think someone like you would be afraid."
Li Fuchan stared coldly at him without answering.
Quan Yong did not stop at mockery. He continued to explain, "I'm not asking you to face the Great Compassionate Venerable Wisdom King directly. Only to kill someone."
A faint premonition stirred in Li Fuchan's heart. "Who?"
"Gao Gongjin."
Quan Yong explained, "Gao Gongjin is a junior of Gao Xianxiang, the Golden Bow of Huaishuo. His realm advanced