"He killed my father, I'll make sure he suffers a thousand cuts!" Xie Zhichuan suddenly turned around, with the moon casting a sinister shadow on his face, "Even if he becomes an immortal, I'll pull him down from the clouds!"
His voice carried a deep-seated venom, each word squeezed out between his teeth. Li Wuduo extended her slender finger, gently pressing against his trembling lips, "Don't rush, we need foolproof plans. Cause chaos in the Naiman Tribe?"
She let out a slight snicker, the Silver Snake Whip deftly twirling in her hand, "Shi Feiyang has stationed all the elite of the Heroic Sakura Association in Wulang City, even Western Region killers from the Imperial Court returned defeated, are we heading to our deaths?" She leaned close to Xie Zhichuan's ear, her breath fragrant as orchids, "However, we can borrow someone else's knife to kill." Xie Zhichuan's pupils shrank suddenly, grabbing her wrist, "You're saying..."
