An expression of utter absurdity appeared on his face.
As if he had heard a colossal joke.
"You really intend to target the patriarch... plan against Jiang Taixuan?!"
Jiang Chengyue's voice was dry and hoarse, full of incredulity.
In his expectation, after Fang Qingyu and the others had witnessed that hellish truth firsthand, what they should do most immediately was to seek assistance from Shangjing, mobilize reinforcements from the Divine Management Bureau, or even higher echelons of the Federation.
Instead of... instead of planning to assassinate a Tier Three Martial Saint with their mere Tier Two selves!
This was akin to a moth darting into a flame, seeking death.
However, Fang Qingyu merely watched him calmly, nodding once more.
Eyes that unmistakably conveyed.
Yes, that is exactly the plan.
Immediately, at once.
