Ding Fen understood the implication behind his master's words. "Master, you mean to deal with her before the Hongsheng Heavenly Road opens..." As he spoke, he formed his hand into a blade and drew it lightly across the front of his neck.
Sect Master Jiang marveled at his senior disciple's intelligence, then inevitably thought of his youngest daughter again. Had she possessed such wisdom, how could she have fallen to this state?
Sect Master Jiang sighed softly. "You understand me best."
At that moment, Chong Mo stepped forward, his face as expressionless as ever. "Sect Master, please think this through."
Sect Master Jiang narrowed his eyes at Chong Mo, then curved his lips slightly, as though smiling. "You're my nephew. There's no need to keep calling me Sect Master. Call me Uncle. What is it? Do you have some thoughts as well, A Mo?"
Everyone knew that, gentle though Sect Master Jiang's tone remained, it was not difficult to hear that he was on the verge of anger. One wrong word from Chong Mo would likely earn him punishment.
Ding Fen lowered his eyes slightly, but could not conceal the gloating in them.
The disciples standing in Chong Mo's row frantically shot him meaningful looks as well, warning him not to speak recklessly.
Everyone could see that their sect master had almost gone mad. He wanted only for everyone to agree with his ideas and would not welcome opposition...
Yet Chong Mo still spoke, seemingly unafraid of death. "We cannot use Ye Wanqing as bait. At least, not now."
Every breath in the great hall abruptly caught. Even Ding Fen looked at Chong Mo as though he had gone insane, before his gaze turned sympathetic. This time, surely no one could save him.
Sect Master Jiang began tapping his fingers