If you really discuss killing Old Zhao through a thin door, and he overhears, we wouldn't stand a chance against even one of his fingers.
I glared at Yu Longting with a scowl, saying, "That almost scared me to death. Old Zhao means us no harm; he even saved my life. I can't bring myself to hurt him. Besides, Zhao Zheng is just a Demi Immortal. I barely survived after killing her. Now I'm hated by both people and ghosts alike—killing Old Zhao would surely result in an even uglier death."
"Madam has a point. You cannot just kill an Immortal... Seems like we need to think of another plan..." Yu Longting obviously thought of this first, yet pretended to have just remembered while nudging me with his serpent head.
At this moment, a furry head poked over curiously, asking, "What do you mean by killing an Immortal? Are there Deities in this world? Are you guys playing a dangerous game here?"
"Almost forgot, Yu Er is still here." I rubbed my forehead helplessly.
