Yang Lianting stroked his curly beard in satisfaction, "Finally, you have some sense, this kid is no match for me."
"But lately, this kid has been causing me a lot of trouble."
"Lian, do you want me to kill him? I disdain using my hand against a younger generation, but if he continues to upset you, he deserves to die."
Yang Lianting frowned and waved his hand:
"Since your last intervention, outsiders have become more wary of you, Shaolin and Wudang from Songshan are always watching. If you go down the cliff alone, you might be surrounded and attacked. This kid does have some skills, and he's far from us, so it's not worth the risk for you."
"Besides... if everything calls for your action, wouldn't it make everyone in the sect useless?"
Hearing the concern in his words, the bizarre and dazzling red shadow on his face filled with joy, and he let out a cheerful laugh, which suddenly filled the boudoir with a demonic wind.