"It's quite easy to find an excuse." Ling Han said with a smile, "In three days, Wilderness Sword Sect and Daluo Heaven Sect and many other old sects in Northern Region will hold a competition for disciples."
"It's held every year, and disciples of these sects under 30 years old are qualified. This year, the best genius of Wilderness Sword Sect is called Chen Feng, son of Wilderness Sword Sect Master."
"Oh?" Jian Wushuang realized what Daluo Heaven Sect needed him to do.
"Wilderness Sword Sect Master is strong and steady, but his Achilles' heel is his son. Once his son dies, he will go mad." said Ling Han.
Jian Wushuang asked, "So you want me to kill him in the competition?"
"Yes," Ling Han nodded, "it happened in the past that some disciples were killed during battles, they didn't mind too much. Therefore, if you kill Chen Feng accidentally, you will not be blamed."