"Gujian Qingshuang, this isn't something you can refuse. We don't need your help to kill Jiang Qingliu, we only require that you don't get in our way," Shi Yan said as she slapped her armrest like a thug. She took a swig of some tea brewed using top-grade divine herbs and adopted a bossy tone. "We only need you to send Jiang Qingliu out to pick divine herbs during the harvest. Naturally, we'll arrange for someone to take care of him without leaving a trace. Killing a half-cripple like him won't be a big deal. The Empyrean Sword Sect still needs to look good in front of those disciples, after all. Naturally, you'll have to keep this matter a secret. Crossing us will do nobody any good, right?"

She observed the reaction of the elders the entire time, speaking clearly without any vague wordplay as a method to apply pressure. She didn't need to anyway, given the power differential between their sects. As far as they were concerned, it was thanks to Jiang Qingliu forming a pact with Long Wanying that the four disciples were leaving for the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect in the first place....