"One month…"
Ziyi's brows creased slightly:
"Isn't that a bit too little?"
"One month is plenty… What, you think the Imperial Dao will let Qingyu Hall survive longer than that?"
Su Mo spoke blandly:
"What I needed to do is already done. It's about time Qu Hongzhuang let the Imperial Dao do what they're supposed to do."
"…As expected of you, Evil Su."
Only now did Ziyi remember that this black clothed Swordsman wasn't going after Qingyu Hall alone.
Qingyu Hall's real opponent was the Imperial Dao.
And once the Imperial Dao makes a move, Qingyu Hall… will probably crumble at the first blow.
Looked at this way, that month's worth of medicine Su Mo gave the black clothed Swordsman was already more than enough.
As for what happens after a month… once Qingyu Hall is gone, Pei Jingyuan will have completely lost all value as a pawn.
If he dies, then he dies; no one will care.
From beginning to end, this matter can be considered wrapped up.
