Wei Pengcheng's voice was cold and calculated. "Then we create one. Claim that we've developed a powerful formation capable of isolating the Demonic Spiritual Qi, protecting our sect's lands. Or offer other tempting advantages. The goal is to lure them to the Verdant Leaf Giant Peak. How we do it—whether through deception or otherwise—is irrelevant."
Hou Yuquan chuckled, clasping his hands in a fist and palm salute. "In such a short time, Daoist Wei has truly embraced the ways of a demonic cultivator. Quite commendable."
Ruan Tianzong shook his head. "Ji Mingxiu and the others aren't gullible. The Demonic Qi Extraction Art is already widely recognized and undeniable. But a supposed grand formation or other fabricated advantages? They'll demand proof."
Turning to Dong Yuanzheng, Ruan Tianzong clasped his hands respectfully. "I urge the Palace Lord to reconsider this approach."
