That day.
Cold Mountain Market, Cloud-Drinking Tower.
Song Yan took a Heaven and Earth Bag from Sheng Nian.
"Everything's inside."
Inside the Heaven and Earth Bag were a scroll of handwritten notes and a human head.
Song Yan nodded and put it away. "You don't need me to prepare things on your end, do you?"
Sheng Nian shook his head. "No."
"Lü Qin is extremely conceited and thinks himself clever. I'll make the arrangements."
"Good. After today, let's stop contacting each other for now, to ensure no one with an eye out notices."
He was just about to rise and leave when Sheng Nian suddenly stopped him. "When the time comes, will there be anyone else with that Cheng Yu?"
Song Yan kept it brief. "Definitely no one at the Foundation Establishment Realm."
Sheng Nian nodded. "Then... can I kill the others?"
In fact, this was what he most wanted to ask.
If any cultivators going on the mission with that bastard were Old Song's friends, accidentally hurting them would hardly be ideal.
"They're all flies and stinkbugs. Do as you please."
The cultivators who could be grouped with Cheng Yu on a patrol mission were all birds of a feather who shared his rotten tastes.
In his eyes, these people were nothing but woodworms eating away at the Chu Kingdom's cultivation world.
Song Yan did not care in the slightest whether these people lived or died.
"But the six sects are patrolling tightly now. Save as much time as you can."
"I'm worried someone at the Foundation Establishment Realm might notice."
Sheng Nian nodded.
"Cheng Yu must die. Whether the others go along with him is your own choice as a Devil Cultivator."
"..."
Without lingering much longer, Song Yan left Cold Mountain Market and returned to Changping Commandery