"The eyes of the Zhenyang Sect are spread across the entire Southern Wasteland Continent; we should not show ourselves for now. As long as the Zhenyang Sect starts a war with the Burial Sky Church, our goal will have been achieved. Next, all we have to do is sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight,"
A sinister smile grew denser on the Godson's face.
In his mind, he had even envisioned the scene where the Zhenyang Sect was severely damaged by the Burial Sky Church.
"I do have some doubts, though—why would the Death God Pavilion help us?"
Young Master Qilin said.
Without the help of the Death God Pavilion, they couldn't possibly have so easily framed the Hidden Dragon Pavilion for the slaughter of a Zhenyang Sect branch.
"The Death God Pavilion definitely has its own agenda; perhaps they are also using us. No matter what, we have achieved our goal,"
The Godson said.
The Death God Pavilion has always acted mysteriously; they would definitely not help them without reason.