After the dishes and wine for the disciples of both the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect and the Misty Immortal Sect were served, they ate and drank as usual to avoid arousing suspicion from each other.
Listening to the voices of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect disciples coming from the opposite room, Sha Pengyue's smile was especially radiant, his face almost contorted with joy.
At that moment, one disciple expressed his concern, "Brother Sha, if we really do this, once the prohibition lifts, might it not cause a conflict between the two sects?"
Sha Pengyue sneered softly and said in a low voice, "As long as those people all disappear, who will know what happened in the Tianchen Continent? By then, we can blame everything on the Linghu Sect."
Hearing Sha Pengyue's words, the disciples of the Misty Immortal Sect thought about it and felt that this plan was not bad.
