Inner Demons

Yue Yunzi didn't get angry at the other person's tone and suggestion. This was because he knew that if this Linliang Zi was truly Linliang Zi, then the force behind him was incredibly mysterious and strange.

A smart person doesn't really need friends, but they definitely don't need enemies.

However, he was still a True Realm Taoist priest. In this world, besides the Two Saints, no one could order him around.

So Yue Yunzi smiled. "Are you ordering me, or begging me?"

Unlike the often emotionally unstable Qingliangzi, this Linliang Zi was calm and composed, acting very much like a cultivator from a Daoist Orthodoxy or a Sword Sect who had survived various tribulations.

He caused Qingfuzi's body to utter a calm and low female voice. "Neither. I'm just giving you a constructive suggestion. It would be more troublesome for me to do this myself, and I haven't been meticulously planning in Weicheng for as long as you have."

"If it's a suggestion, there's no need to rush." Yue Yunzi raised an eyebrow, a slight excitement welling up inside him again—a feeling he hadn't experienced for a very, very long time, at least a hundred years.

"That Dragon's Son is an interesting fellow. I want to have a good time playing with him. Your sect's Qingliangzi died at his hands—he was one of my few friends. Since your sect wants revenge, there's no need to rush. Crushing all his hopes and grinding him into dust when he's at his most arrogant and proud is the most thorough form of revenge."

Linliang Zi shook his head without hesitation. "We don't want to kill him to avenge Qingliangzi. It's because he knows things he shouldn't and is trying to do things he shouldn't. He's extremely dangerous. I still sincerely suggest that you kill him immediately—tonight would be best. Our sect will be grateful for your kindness in the future—you will receive a generous reward."