After realizing he was walking into a dangerous trap laid by the other side, Bai Sanli's mind instantly cleared.
Now, when he looked again at Jiang Yinkong's many actions, he could spot even more clues.
This Ancient Sect Ruins was clearly a site left behind by an ancient wind-path sect.
Yet Jiang Yinkong was not a wind-path cultivator, but had taken the initiative to suggest splitting up and seeking opportunities separately.
For the other wind-path cultivators, this was naturally a good thing. They would have more chances to obtain fortunate encounters and treasures.
But for Jiang Yinkong himself, such a decision was highly unreasonable.
A different path was like a mountain apart. No matter how proficient he was in derivation-path calculations, he could not possibly use such methods to forcibly open a wind-path inheritance.
Splitting up could have been proposed by Bai Sanli himself, or by any one of the other three wind-path cultivators, but it should never have come from Jiang Yinkong.
Jiang Yinkong's most normal, and most appropriate, course of action should have been to promise some benefits, then select two of the four to accompany him and assist him in exploring this ancient wind-path sect ruins for treasures.
Yet now, contrary to all reason, he had deliberately created a situation where everyone acted alone.
Such a hook baited so plainly, not to mention sharp-minded Bai Sanli, would not have fooled even those younger brothers and sisters who were less capable than him.
Having thought through the entire chain of events, Bai Sanli completely abandoned any intention of carrying out an assassination here.
That was close. I almost bit the hook. If I exposed myself here, this place would become my grave.
A chill ran through Bai Sanli's heart.
Of course, he knew that the righteous-path cultivators wanted