Plan?
What complex plan is needed?
Just push Wen Qingshan out, and if there are still strong ones in Wuji Sect, they'll figure something out.
Liu Qinghua watched quietly.
Liu Changqing and Alan, who had withdrawn from the battlefield, wiped their cold sweat and exchanged glances.
Beside them, Liu Ting'er was puzzled: "Aren't we allies?"
"Ting'er, remember, you can ally with the Demon Race, but... never ally with Wuji Sect," Liu Changqing advised seriously.
"Why?"
"The people of this sect are no good," Alan replied.
Suddenly, Wen Qingshan became the center of attention, and all sorts of rumors about him spread, including... back when he first entered the Star Sea.
People sighed: "Speaking of this guy, he's really had a rough fate being fooled by Chen Pingping into Wuji Sect."
"Fate isn't the right word; it's more about luck. Look at the current Star Sea, it's turned to nothingness. If he hadn't joined Wuji Sect, he might have died miserably."
"Indeed."
