Early May 9th, Chu Kingdom border.
Qiu Ye Mountain Range, Jiran Valley.
On the eastern cliff face, several ancient building complexes were scattered. This was the foothold for the three great Sects.
The Disciples on duty guarding the valley and those carrying out missions usually lived here.
Council Chamber, Liaoran Hall.
The surroundings were isolated by a sound-proofing Formation. Wang Xi stared coldly at the Talismans and Spiritual Artifacts floating before him.
"I am now at Level 8 Qi Refining. Killing a few Outer Sect Disciples from a minor Sect at Qi Refining Stage 5, if it's an ambush, then so be it… but do I really need these things?"
He raised his gaze, seemingly feeling slighted, and there was some anger in his eyes.
Shen Yu frowned: "Naturally, you don't need them, but you know, the faster the matter is concluded, the more time we will have… to make it look like an accident."
Shen Huai stood beside Shen Yu, silent.
