Zhao Zuo recalled the high-reward mission he had seen in the Mission Hall. The traces of the Demon Cultivator were a lure to draw someone out of the Moyun Sect for an assassination.
"That doesn't add up," Shen Yunjiao said, refuting Zhao Zuo's guess. "If the Blood Stream Sect sent a True Disciple to lead the team, the target must be far more valuable than a True Disciple. No one in the Moyun Sect's Inner Sect should have that kind of status."
"You're right. They wouldn't go to such lengths for an Inner Sect Disciple." Zhao Zuo shook his head. "Forget it. I'm not going to think about it. I won't be leaving the Moyun Sect anytime soon. No matter where the wind blows this fire, it definitely won't burn me." He wasn't good at this kind of scheming and intrigue.
Even if he did manage to guess their target, what could he do about it?
Zhao Zuo knew he didn't have the ability to foil the enemy's plan. There was no point in dwelling on it.
