"Poison them to drive them away? Are you an idiot?"
Swinging from the tree, Zhuang Bifan snorted coldly, a gloomy look flickering in his eyes, "Do you think by driving away these martial arts experts, the problems with the Evil Cult can be handled?"
"Even if this group leaves, more powerful experts will surely come! Moreover, not all of our Gu Sect's Poison Gu are effective against those experts, why waste our resources? We should not only refrain from attacking them, but also open our gates wide and let all the martial arts experts come in!"
A sinister expression emerged on Zhuang Bifan's face as he continued, "We should do nothing and have all Gu Sect members retreat beyond a ten-kilometer radius, and also, we need to inform Ye Fan about the Evil Cult's activities... Let's take a step back and watch them fight among themselves."
His son had died at the hands of Ye Fan, and Zhuang Bifan's heart harbored extreme hatred towards Ye Fan.