He squinted his eyes, "Do you think your Taiqing Sect's mere twenty people can handle everyone after the corpse transformation?"
Seeing Cao Zhengyang remain silent, Sikong Yan continued to entice, "Relax, only dead men keep secrets. You play the fisherman, we'll be the yellowbird, each getting what they need."
"How exactly do you plan to do it?" Cao Zhengyang asked after a brief contemplation.
Seeing Cao Zhengyang agree, Sikong Yan was delighted and said, "I've already prepared everything. When the time comes, someone will record it with an Imaging Stone—it's the people from the Golden Thunder Sect who will take action."
"Even if someone from the Imperial City comes over later, they won't trace it back to our two parties."
Cao Zhengyang suddenly realized something and looked into the distance with shock, "You have someone among the Supreme Elders of the Golden Thunder Sect?"
Sikong Yan merely smiled meaningfully.
