"If the Black Light Martial Saint encounters me, his fate is sealed—death."
"Besides, although you all have never been to Skylight City, haven't you already investigated everything through reliable channels? The battle between Lu Changsheng and the Black Light Martial Saint—truth be told, their strengths weren't vastly different. Lu Changsheng relied on the bizarre nature of his divine skills, forcibly exhausting the Black Light Martial Saint to death."
"But against me? Hmph, for Lu Changsheng, things won't be that easy this time. The only question now is: can we pin him down? Have you prepared the formation at your sect? Once I injure Lu Changsheng, you must not let him escape. Otherwise, if he hides away for a few years, with his level of talent, how will we have peace in the future?"
"When you cut grass, you must pull out the roots! Since we've decided to act, we absolutely cannot allow Lu Changsheng to leave Joy Sect alive!"
Fang Yi's gaze grew colder.
