"Baihong is Junior Martial Uncle's last remaining arm. Once we cut him off, it won't be long before I, Zhou Tong, have the final say over the entire Azure Profound Sect."
Sect Master Zhou Tong spoke, his gaze cold.
"But Junior Martial Uncle..."
Jin Yue was still somewhat worried.
"Have you noticed? Junior Martial Uncle drank rather heavily after he returned today."
Sect Master Zhou Tong asked Jin Yue in return.
Jin Yue froze at his words, then said in surprise:
"Sect Master, you mean Junior Martial Uncle was actually injured too?"
Zhou Tong smiled without confirming or denying it.
"But even if Junior Martial Uncle is injured, the two of us might still be no match for him, Sect Master."
Jin Yue remained somewhat worried.
"Last year, while looking through the belongings Master left behind, I discovered that when Junior Martial Uncle learned that Sword Art, he swore to Grandmaster that, unless his life was threatened, his sword would never be turned against a fellow sect member."
Zhou Tong suddenly turned his head and spoke in a low, lingering voice.
At these words, delight immediately spread across Jin Yue's face, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.
He finally understood why the Sect Master had suddenly decided to move against Wind, Come Valley a few days earlier.
"Sect Master, leave all the planning to me. Even if Baihong has broken through to the Demon Venerable Realm, as long as he remains within the Azure Profound Sect, I have ways to put him to death."
Jin Yue spoke with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.
"Good."
Zhou Tong nodded.
"One more thing."
Zhou Tong suddenly stopped Jin Yue again.
"Please give your instructions, Sect Master."
Jin Yue nodded respectfully.
"According to the Azure Profound Sect's