Wang Ping couldn't use the same method he had against the White Water Sect a second time.
The most common way for two sects to compete was to squeeze each other's living space, which in practical terms meant suppressing their businesses.
Wufeng Temple's situation was a special case. They were outsiders. Even if the local sects dealt a fatal blow to their disciples, as long as they didn't violate the unspoken rules, the Daoist Scripture Hall would turn a blind eye.
Of course, it would be a different story if a Great Realm Cultivator shamelessly stepped in to protect their own.
"Your idea is good, but remember to take it slow. Don't be too hasty. We have plenty of time."
Yu Lian was very happy. After lunch, she ran off toward Baisui Lake again, likely to discuss the specific implementation plan with Hu Qianqian.
That afternoon, Yang Hou came to the Mountain Peak Dojo.
