In short, the opponent he intended to turn the tables on was a complete unknown, one he couldn't be sure of besting and about whom he had a severe lack of information.
After running through some scenarios in his head, Zou Feng reluctantly came to a conclusion.
'If I face her head-on, my chances of successfully killing her are probably less than thirty percent...'
'But why would I fight her head-on?'
'Wouldn't it be much more satisfying to meticulously set a trap and lure her into it?'
That Immortal Official would never have guessed that her Dao Foundation Realm prey wasn't focused on fleeing as far as possible, but had audaciously turned the tables and was now lusting after her body.
'As for how to set the trap...'
As he was thinking, Zou Feng's nose twitched.
'This scent... isn't this Su Qingyu's foot... I mean, poison?'
Talk about speaking of the devil. With Su Qingyu as an accomplice, any trap he laid would definitely give that Immortal Official a huge surprise.
