The Blond Youth raised one eyebrow, toying with the scroll depicting the magic formation. In a low, puzzled voice, he asked, "What exactly are you trying to accomplish by giving me this magic formation?"
His fingers glided lightly over the formation's intricate lines, as though searching for the secrets hidden within.
Chen Zixiu smiled faintly and tapped the scroll. "Although we still don't know exactly what materials are needed to lay out this Crimson Formation, one thing is certain: it requires a vast quantity of nether blood lilies."
The Blond Youth frowned slightly and looked up at Chen Zixiu. "Nether blood lilies? That spirit medicine that's so difficult to cultivate? You want our Spirit Hall to destroy the places where they can be grown?"
Chen Zixiu nodded appreciatively. "Old ginger really is the spiciest. Sure enough, my little tricks can't fool you."
The Blond Youth waved a hand and glanced at him. "Enough, enough. Spare me the flattery. You've already notified the other factions, haven't you?"
Chen Zixiu gave him a thumbs-up, admiration written across his face. "Your wisdom truly is extraordinary!"
The Blond Youth rolled his eyes, leaned forward, and said mildly, "Don't give me that. Still, what does this have to do with your Chen Clan preparing to return to the world? You haven't answered my question yet."
Chen Zixiu sighed softly. "The Crimson Church already has its sights on our Chen Clan. We couldn't hide even if we wanted to. Besides, we've withdrawn from the world for two thousand years, and now we don't want to hide anymore. Our only option is to find a way to cripple the Crimson Church's potential."
He added, half joking, "We've also decided to return to the world and make a little money while we're at it. After all, our Chen