The Blond Youth then turned to Chen Zixiu and Bo Xian'er and asked, "How are the spies from your Sea God Island, the Chen Clan, and Soul Fighting City doing in the Crimson Church? Have they sent back any information?"
Chen Zixiu and Bo Xian'er exchanged a glance. Bo Xian'er gave a bitter smile. "I lost contact with my people after the last incident."
Chen Zixiu also shook his head. "Our Chen Clan's people in the Crimson Church are only at the lowest ranks. As for Soul Fighting City's situation, I'm not too sure either."
At their answers, the Blond Youth let out a cold laugh. "Heh, heh. I've laid my heart bare to you, yet you're giving me the runaround?"
His words carried unmistakable displeasure. "If Sea God Island hadn't infiltrated the Crimson Church deeply, how could you have successfully raided its Northwest Branch last time, even nearly wiping out the Li Clan?"
He turned to Chen Zixiu again. "And your Chen Clan has a whole heap of branch lines, with still more branch lines beneath those. I refuse to believe your spies in the Crimson Church are nothing but weaklings at the bottom."
Chen Zixiu and Bo Xian'er looked somewhat embarrassed and could only smile sheepishly.
The Blond Youth sighed. "Forget it. Amid a calamity, cats have their paths and rats have theirs. Everyone has their own way of surviving."
"Giving me this Death Spiral Magic Formation was already a fair measure of support."
The Blond Youth smiled faintly and rose to his feet. "All right, we've discussed everything we needed to. You two have kept me company for hours, so you must be tired. Let's call it a day."
Chen Zixiu hurriedly waved his hands. "How could we do that, Senior? We haven't had nearly enough drinks