Meanwhile, Ye Xiaotian also realized that trading insults like this would get them nowhere. Spittle could not drown a man; he had to find a way to pin down the other side's filthy dealings.
Just then, the grand elder beside him, Zheng Tianyuan, suddenly sent him a voice transmission.
"Valley Master, why don't we... attack them outright?"
"Once we beat them into the ground, we'll naturally find out where the Saintess is! Then we'll catch them red-handed, with both the victim and the evidence, and nail down their guilt once and for all!"
A vicious gleam flashed in Ye Xiaotian's eyes as he considered it.
That was indeed one way forward. Simple and brutal, but direct.
The prerequisite, however, was having enough strength to crush the opposition.
They had to be certain these filthy deeds were the other side's doing. If they fought and still could not substantiate the accusation afterward, they would only be bringing trouble upon themselves.
They would inevitably be punished by the Emperor Pavilion for violating the Heavenly Laws.
The other side had refrained from attacking for the same reason: both sides were evenly matched, and once battle broke out, it would inevitably end in a bloody disaster that left both sides ruined.
Without evidence of their dealings with the Devil Race, even victory would bring punishment from the Emperor Pavilion.
Besides, blades had no eyes in a real battle. Even if he found his daughter in the end, she might well be nothing more than a cold corpse...
After weighing it over and over, he forcibly suppressed the urge to attack and immediately gave a grave order to an elder behind him.
"Investigate again! Mobilize every covert contact we have. Make absolutely certain whether there is any third party near the Mountain of Ten Thousand