Afterward.
He found an excuse to temporarily send Wang Lici away, then laid out one by one the plans that needed to be carried out soon, as well as the parts requiring the ancestor's cooperation.
Inside the pavilion.
Ancestor Longyan's snowy white hair drifted lightly in the wind. A soul-stirring glint surfaced in her star-like eyes, and though her tone was calm, it carried the edge of slaughter. "Shouzhe's plan is excellent, but why have you only arranged for me to serve as the backup? More than half the Yin Sha Poison within me has already been refined away. When the time comes to act, I need no longer fear backlash for a short while."
"Even if this plan draws out one old ghost, I, Wang Longyan, can kill him at some cost. Even if it draws out two old ghosts, there is nothing to fear."
Wang Shouzhe rubbed his forehead. Everything about Ancestor Longyan was good, except her temperament was far too fiery.
These two clans were fighting like they were playing cards—who threw out their trump bomb right from the start?
He had placed Ancestor Longyan within the plan only as a precaution, to serve as a hidden trump card. Her injuries were now recovering at a rapid pace; how could he let her casually pay another price?
That way of thinking would not do.
At once, Wang Shouzhe solemnly cupped his hands. "Ancestor, conflict between Profound Martial Aristocratic Clans is unlike an individual contesting courage and ruthlessness, nor is it the same as leading troops into battle. Every person involved is one's own family, household retainer, or close friend. Once something goes wrong, it may very well cause losses that cannot be recovered."
Ancestor Longyan's delicate body trembled, and she calmed down slightly. Apologetically, she said, "You