Qin Wushuang felt a boost in confidence. He had a premonition that since Mr. Lu Xianlou had prepared for almost hundred of years, this plan must be perfect. Even if it would not be enough to pull the Heavenly Luo Daoist Sect completely from the root, it would be enough to inflict severe damage to the sect.
Striking at the Heavenly Luo Daoist Sect was currently Qin Wushuang's greatest aspiration.
After all, ever since Qin Wushuang had entered the Xuan Yuan Mound, the Heavenly Luo Daoist Sect had been glued to him like a plaster of dog skin. Qin Wushuang felt the pressure as if the tip of the blade was pointing at him.
Of course, to Qin Wushuang, this would not be a bad thing. At least, these things would urge him to keep working hard and to never slack off at any moment.