On a towering tree near the secluded hut.
Yu Shangrong sat on a branch and leaned against the trunk. His eyes were closed and a faint smile could be seen on his face. He said nonchalantly, "Seventh Junior Brother… if you do that, you'd be throwing your previous efforts down the drain."
Si Wuya looked at Yu Shangrong, who was on the branch, and said, "I've underestimated master's ability…"
"How so?"
Si Wuya said confidently, "I allowed Old Eighth to return to the Evil Sky Pavilion so that his safety would be guaranteed. Moreover, I needed him to provide me with information from within. Old Eighth is dumb and wouldn't be killed. If need be, I can send Wushu to rescue him."
Yu Shangrong shook his head lightly. He smiled disapprovingly and said, "I'm just worried that Wushu would become a target scorned by the others."
