At this moment, Ethan Smith had already returned to Demon-slaying Peak.
He sat in Frederick Cohen's cave abode, seemingly thinking about a strategy.
"Those guys are just a bunch of stubborn old fools. There's no way they would help," grumbled Frederick Cohen.
"Brother, if it really doesn't work, let's just go by ourselves. What are we afraid of?" Frederick Cohen patted Ethan Smith on the shoulder, speaking with righteous indignation.
Ethan Smith said solemnly, "No, we can't move until we have a foolproof plan."
"Then what do we do?" Frederick Cohen frowned.
Ethan Smith's eyes narrowed as he said, "Demon-slaying Peak can't be used for personal vendettas, only for the removal of evildoers. We can make use of Demon-slaying Peak's rules to have them act."
Scratching his head, Frederick Cohen asked with confusion, "What do you mean?"