Chi Zhiyun's expression was fierce, his voice stern and sharp, forcing Chi Zhiyan to bow his head in silence. He paced twice atop the Jade Platform, plagued by restless annoyance. At his side, Ning Hejing's face was gloomy as he spoke:
"Now that we've offended him, Li Xizhi likely bears a deep grudge. Even if that man is dead, Li Xuanfeng will surely investigate. Should anything be uncovered, he'll come at us with all he's got."
"We might as well seize the momentum, wipe out the Li Family, dismantle Wangyue Lake, and deal with Li Xuanfeng as well…"
Chi Zhiyun pressed his hand against the Jade Throne, contemplating silently for a while. His broad brows rose slightly, white robes draped over the silver Immortal Seat. Still harboring some anger, he muttered in a low voice:
