Ye Fan paced restlessly within the secluded cavern. The gnawing desire for vengeance demanded an outlet, but the circumstances forced him to tread carefully. He couldn't simply waltz into the Jade Lotus Palace and confront Liu Xue and Mao Caiwei. Not unless he courted a swift death.
"The righteous sects," he muttered through gritted teeth, "are like a pack of rabid dogs, baying for my blood. Unless their Sect Leaders or those damned Great Elders intervene, no one poses a real threat. But one misstep, one trap set by an overeager elder…" He trailed off, the image of his relentless pursuit by the Azure Peak Sect flashing through his mind.
His eyes narrowed in determination. A frontal assault wouldn't work. He had to be cunning, subtle. And perhaps, a touch… unorthodox.
