As he looked at the back of the man before him, Lu Sheng was still feeling slightly worried.
'I'm not sure if my plan worked smoothly. If it did, the Eight-Headed Griffon Tribe would certainly not leave the matter at that. However, powerful beings usually differentiate between living beings by their spirits. I don't think putting the blame on Zhuang Jiu will be effective for long. However, as long as that Little Eight is able to do the Sky Cloud Pavilion enough damage, it's enough for them to start bearing deep grudge with each other.'
Lu Sheng was not after some grand effect. He merely wanted to use the Eight-Headed Griffon's furious rampage to fake his death and escape their attention.
Zhuang Jiu and the Sky Cloud Pavilion were not beings whom he could go up against. Hence, the best way for him to escape without exposing his secret was to completely die and disappear.