"I believe... since we all harbor the intent to kill Chen Yuan, why not join hands temporarily? Let us make our move against him while the No-Life Sect creates diversions in other state capitals to draw the attention of the imperial court."
The No-Life Sect was deemed a cult by the imperial court, but to them, the Jianghu martial artists, it barely mattered. Who would care as long as there were benefits to be gained?
Lin Zhidong's gaze slowly swept over the people sitting around him as he spoke softly:
"As for the person who will communicate this message, that shall be decided by those present here."
Among them, some surely had connections with the demonic members of the No-Life Sect. After he finished speaking, many fell silent, exchanging glances, seemingly searching for something.
The silence was finally broken by the Jia-surnamed man who had spoken earlier. He stood up and said: