"The Six Refinements? How could that be possible? Unless there's a Buddhist Empowerment or a Taoist Divine Descent..."
Niu Dali listened to Mr. Liao's report over the phone, taking a deep breath:
"That's truly remarkable... I see."
He hung up the phone and looked at Old Ghost Chai in front of him:
"Elder Chai, killing Zhang Fusheng isn't the hard part. The difficulty lies in how to do it without arousing my master's suspicion, maintaining my position, and handling the mysterious figure potentially behind him."
Old Ghost Chai said indifferently:
"That's your problem. It has nothing to do with me or the Western Sect. As I said, Zhang Fusheng could also be our candidate."
'Bang!'
Niu Dali stood up and slammed his hands on the table:
"His progress is incredibly fast, almost beyond belief, but for now, he's only at the Six Refinements level, whereas I have no rivals among martial artists in my realm."
