"Good riddance." Zuo Qiu Yi sneered.
He did not want to say too much about Zhao Yunhui.
Although he still had some doubts about Zhao Yunhui, deep down, he naturally hoped she really had been responsible.
Longevity Daoist had thought of Xuan Yuanjun, and of course, so had he.
If she had merely borrowed Xuan Yuanjun's strength, Zhao Yunhui's skill in formations would not warrant much attention from them.
If Zhao Yunhui had done it herself, she should be a great help in breaking Longevity Daoist's Grand Formation next.
He could barely save himself now and was already powerless to help break the formation. He hoped Zhao Yunhui and Huo Lian could take his place.
He vaguely sensed that Longevity Daoist leaned toward believing this formation was connected to Xuan Yuanjun. In that case, he would not be quite so wary of Zhao Yunhui.
Often, small matters could determine the ultimate success or failure of great undertakings.
That was why he did not want Longevity Daoist to keep dwelling on Zhao Yunhui now.
"Apart from those three, I imagine you have others among those Old Fools, don't you?" Zuo Qiu Yi asked again.
Longevity Daoist stared at Zuo Qiu Yi for a long while before saying, "Are you trying to fish information out of this old man?"
"Didn't you say I was already a dying man? Then you shouldn't be afraid of revealing these secrets to me, should you?" Zuo Qiu Yi said indifferently.
"Hahaha!"
"It seems you lack confidence in yourself. Are you afraid I'll escape?" Zuo Qiu Yi said again.
"There's no need to goad this old man." Longevity Daoist stopped laughing. "No one this old man wants dead has ever escaped."
"Is that so?" Zuo Qiu Yi said with a faint smile. "Then what about your wife