Wu Sha was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood. After a brief contemplation, he said, "Now the Taiqing Sect is almost devoid of people. Should we...?"
Sikong Yan immediately glanced over, his face cold, "Wu Sha, there is a limit to everything. Are you teaching me how to do things again?"
Wu Sha shuddered violently, his legs almost giving way beneath him, and he trembled, "No, no, I wouldn't dare! Please forgive me, Palace Master!"
Sikong Yan was about to explode in anger when suddenly his body trembled, and he pressed his fingers firmly against his chest.
He then snorted coldly, "Lacking just one drop of blood, do you really think you can manipulate my will again?"
Slowly he straightened up, a sinister smile curling on his lips, "I needed some time to rid myself of this broken body, but now it seems the Taiqing Sect has done me a great favor."
With that, he waved his hand impatiently, "What are you standing around for? Go to sleep!"
