Mo Pozheng felt immensely pleased when he saw the trace of panic deep in Pang Ji's eyes.
In his view, Pang Ji was still reluctant to relinquish the power in his hands. Unfortunately, at this point, it was no longer up to him.
With Pang Ji staying here and himself taking charge of the Demon Hall, how could he possibly do nothing to the Demon Hall?
At the very least, he would replace the Pang Family members occupying important positions in the Demon Hall.
How could he let such a fine opportunity slip by?
He would not plant members of the Tomb Clan in the Demon Hall, though. That would be too conspicuous.
He only needed to let some other disciples rise to those positions.
As long as the Ancestor trusted him and his Tomb Clan, whether he planted his own people or not, he would still have the final say over the Demon Hall in the future.
The Ancestor trusted him most of all. This appointment made that clear.
Only after watching Mo Pozheng leave with a hint of smugness did Pang Ji let out a long sigh of relief.
He could not help sneering inwardly. Mo Pozheng was actually quite easy to deal with.
When it came to schemes and intrigue, could someone who had spent his time in the Land of Slumber be a match for him?
This time, by using that wisp of divine sense and Kui Yong's body, he had just barely managed to fool Mo Pozheng.
Pang Ji believed Mo Pozheng certainly had some suspicions about Kui Yong's condition.
But their Tomb Clan was far too loyal to Kui Yong, and they would not doubt his strength.
Even if Kui Yong's condition seemed somewhat strange, he probably would not think too much of it,