"What exactly are they trying to do? There's even a Demon Venerable behind them. Could it be that Blood Sea Demon Venerable from the Yellow Springs Sect?"
Li Ling hid at a distance and watched quietly, unable to suppress his surprise.
On someone else's turf, these people would not ordinarily divulge any secrets. Yet the Illusionist seemed so anxious that he intended to lay his cards on the table with Immortal Long and discuss the matter openly.
The Illusionist gave the others a few instructions, then went alone toward the room where Immortal Long was resting.
Li Ling could not conveniently approach too closely, so he was kept outside the door.
After some thought, he abandoned the idea of passing through the wall and waited quietly outside.
Before long, the Illusionist emerged with a rather unpleasant expression. Apparently, they still had not reached an agreement.
Immortal Long followed him out, his gaze also looking somewhat amiss, with a hint of coldness.
Li Ling could even faintly smell the murderous intent leaking from their hearts. A faint stench of corpses and blood spread through the air, revealing the malice taking root.
"Did they argue?" Li Ling was slightly surprised, then inwardly amused. "This Illusionist isn't someone whose long sleeves help him dance through social situations. He has no way to persuade Immortal Long."
Cultivators differed in temperament and in what they excelled at. Some devoted themselves entirely to their Dao paths and neglected worldly dealings.
The tactful way to describe them was focused, decisive in killing, cutting straight to the essence, and refreshingly blunt...
As for the less tactful description...
But whatever one said, all of this ultimately required strength to back it up. The question was whether the Illusionist possessed enough strength to achieve his aims.
Li Ling used **Soul-Returning