Taishi Zhanran knew that Ouyang Jingran was guileless and always careless. Not only had she stood atop the blood-red clouds of this star formation without noticing anything unusual, she was even less likely to know Hall Master's secret intention to kill Nascent Soul cultivators. Naturally, he did not dare say much and could only smile bitterly. "Yes, Fairy, didn't you see? You lost a Zhai Xingzi, and Hall Master flew into a rage. If I let this Buddhist expert escape, wouldn't Hall Master take my head as well?"
"Fine if he takes it! It'll make a perfect chamber pot!" Ouyang Jingran covered her mouth and laughed. Clearly, being called "Fairy" pleased her greatly, though her coquettish posing was truly hard to praise. In particular, the words from this so-called Fairy's mouth made Taishi Zhanran's face turn purple with embarrassment.
"Fairy, Hall Master may not truly take my head, but... my days ahead will certainly be hard. We Twenty-Eight Star Lords of Star Lord Palace... are all birds of a feather. Fairy wouldn't watch me spend the rest of my life in misery, would you?" Taishi Zhanran went all out, tossing aside the face he had maintained for over a thousand years as he spoke with a flattering smile.
The words "birds of a feather" struck a chord in Ouyang Jingran's heart. Her laughter faded, and a trace of bitterness flashed through her teasing eyes before she nodded. "Since that is the case, then tell me. How do you want me to cooperate?"
"That old monk has run wild within the star formation for nearly a year. How would he dare act so arrogantly without extraordinary cultivation? I have not dared enter because I lacked confidence. Since Fairy agrees, let us rush into the formation and kill him!" Taishi Zhanran said