Ghost Fire, She's Just an Evil Girl

Qingwu raised his hand gently, "No rush."

He lowered his gaze, looking haughty and imperious.

"Shandu, as long as you lead your disciples to kill Nanli, it will prove that this matter has nothing to do with you. Afterward, you and Zen Master Cinian can leave without worry."

Sima Xin frowned slightly.

Isn't this the equivalent of releasing the tiger back into the mountain?

Sima Yue, on the other hand, found this amusing, and laughed, "Yes, Shandu little monk, if you want to survive, you must show some sincerity."

Zen Master Cinian was highly respected, and his disciples were all outstanding. If they could see a performance of monks battling Nanli, it would be quite a show.

Qingwu's thoughts were simpler: if Shandu and his group could kill Nanli, that would be perfect. But if Nanli managed a last-ditch counterattack and killed them, then she'd be fully corrupted into the demonic path.