On this day.
Cold Mountain Market, Drinking Cloud Pavilion.
Song Yan received a qiankun bag from Sheng Nian.
"Everything is inside."
Inside the qiankun bag were a scroll of notes and a human head.
He nodded, and Song Yan put it away: "You don't need me to prepare things on your side, do you?"
Sheng Nian shook his head: "No need."
"Lyu Qin is extremely arrogant and overly clever. I will naturally make arrangements."
"Good. After today, to ensure we are not detected by anyone with ulterior motives, we will temporarily stop contacting each other."
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Sheng Nian suddenly called out to him: "At that time, will there be anyone else with Cheng Yu?"
Song Yan was concise: "There will definitely be no Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator."
Sheng Nian nodded: "Then… can the others be killed?"
In fact, this was the question he most wanted to ask.
