"Go. Find a way to recruit him into the Moon Worship Sect."
"What?!" Qian Ning was aghast, her voice trembling. "My Lady! He's a Demon Suppression Guard! He's a sworn enemy of our Sect!"
"And what if he's a Demon Suppression Guard?" Lingkong Jade interrupted disdainfully. "Do you think we don't have our own people inside the Demon Suppression Bureau?"
"He's only been with the Demon Suppression Bureau for a few months. How much loyalty could he have? How much of a sense of belonging?"
"As long as the price is right, so-called loyalty is worthless."
Her tone suddenly grew wistful, with a hint of self-mocking. "That good-for-nothing disciple of mine, Ghost Moon, died at his hands."
"I was certainly furious at the time, but now that I think about it, that idiot Ghost Moon was nothing but trash compared to Chu Fan. His death was no great loss."
