A silence settled atop the pavilion.
After some thought, the Supervisor still asked: “Pavilion Elder, I still don’t understand. If we really wade into these troubled waters, where lies the danger?”
The Pavilion Elder, with an inscrutable gaze, countered with a question, “Who are we plotting against?”
The Supervisor hesitated, “Mr. Zhuang?”
“Do you think that young man surnamed Zhuang is so easy to plot against?”
The Supervisor was taken aback and then frowned again, “Even if he was extraordinary back then, after so many years, with his Taoist Foundation shattered, could he still be so troublesome?”
The Pavilion Elder scoffed, “He is at the end of his life, his Heavenly secret calculations exhausted, powerless to overturn fate, otherwise he would not be in such dire straits, and furthermore…”
A serious look flickered in the Pavilion Elder’s eyes.
“The most terrifying thing is not actually him, but his senior brother…”
A chill ran down the Supervisor’s spine, “You mean, the Tricky…”
The Supervisor held back, refraining from uttering the full name, then shook his head again, “The Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, it’s not considered as one of the top Demon Path inheritances, is it…”
The Pavilion Elder glared at him, “When you stop talking big, I’ll worry less.”
The Supervisor was somewhat chagrined.
The Pavilion Elder sighed as if reminiscing, the depths of his eyes harboring a hint of trepidation:
“Their entire sect is filled with Evil Monsters.”
“That young man surnamed Zhuang is one, and his senior brother, naturally, is as well.”
“One Thought, Two Methods, Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation…”
“Compared to ‘calculating,’ none of you can out-calculate that young man named Zhuang; and if it’s about ‘playing,’ you’re even less of a match for his senior brother.”
“When you plot against that young man named Zhuang, he considers sentiment and won’t strike fatally…”
“But that senior brother of his is a different story…”
“Should you really encounter him, nine times out of ten, you will all be played to death…”
The Pavilion Elder looked solemn.
The Supervisor’s expression gradually grew serious…
…
In Dali Mountain.
After the heavenly tribulation, the golden and crimson lights dissipated together.
The Saint Heir was in utter disbelief:
“My Undying Rune… shattered?!”
That brat surnamed Bai, trading “life” for “life,” has actually eroded my natal Undying Rune?!