In a latrine outside the side hall on Immortality Mountain.
Poison Wine Flask endured the magical assault of the overwhelming stench as he squatted and waited.
Before long, a voice transmission reached his ears.
"Brother Flask, you certainly picked a unique meeting spot."
"Spare me the idle chatter." Poison Wine Flask immediately replied through a voice transmission, "Weng Sanren, get to the point. Why exactly did you ask to speak with me privately just now?"
Outside a distant courtyard wall, Weng Sanren turned to survey his surroundings and answered decisively, "I have to say, you really are meticulous. Back in the tunnel, you guessed correctly. I do indeed come from the Great Qian Court."
"When I asked, you refused to admit it. Now you suddenly lay your cards on the table. How am I supposed to believe you?" Poison Wine Flask replied flatly. "Besides, I'm not from Great Qian either. Why would you think... we're on the same side?"
Weng Sanren curled his lip. "You can come from wherever you like. All I know is that in this Immortality Mountain secret realm, everyone except that woman has only one common opponent."
"Who?"
"Don't play dumb," Weng Sanren replied. "Whoever is Bima Wen is our opponent. He's already gained an enormous advantage. If we remain a disorganized rabble, winning will probably be extremely difficult."
Poison Wine Flask looked at the shit and pondered for a moment. "I won't say a word. You do the talking."
"Every last one of the Six Gentlemen is a shameless, despicable scoundrel. You don't trust me, and naturally, I don't trust you either." Weng Sanren was no longer as timid as before. Instead, he answered with clear reasoning, "In the tunnel, you took the initiative. Now it's my turn. Give me a task, and I'll do