With Donghua Jungle as the cornerstone, Yin Spring Palace as the arm, and the two forests Qimen and Five Qi as wings, an alliance opposing Holy Might and the Ghost King Sect was forming its foundation.
Another day, I'll gather trusted individuals and make a blood oath alliance.
Song Lin thought.
As for whether the people of Yin Spring Palace can be trusted, Song Lin did not yet deliberate.
According to Zhi Xin's intel, Holy Might treats the people of Yin Spring Palace with extreme cruelty, and among the Eight Ghost Kings of the Ghost King Sect, two or three seem to be the palace master's physical bodies from Yin Spring Palace.
They can be said to have a deep-seated enmity, like the vast ocean of blood.
Believing they would cooperate with Holy Might against me is less likely than believing the sun will rise from the west.
As long as Holy Might is not eradicated, they have a solid basis for cooperation.
Upon hearing Song Lin's praise, the two Supreme Elders smiled bitterly.
