He gave a light shake of his head and let out a quiet chuckle, contempt and control both sitting in his tone. "Kill them? Why should I kill them?"
He rose slowly to his feet. His wide sacred robe dragged across the floor as he walked down the golden steps, hands clasped behind his back, looking down over the entire great hall with crushing authority.
"The Celestial Palace may have lost, but they still have quite a few things our Celestial Basilica badly needs. Resources from the secret realm, the secrets of Sacred Mountain, even the fleshly body of a Ghost Clan Venerable. We've wanted those treasures for a long time, and we've never been able to get them... If we kill them now, all of that could disappear for good. We might never find it again. Wouldn't that be a complete loss for us?"
"Besides, Godric may have fallen low, but he was still once a ruler in his own right. And the disciples under him were all dead men forged through war. Later, when it's time to deal with the demon and the Demon Dragon Lineage, and when it's time to deal with Skylar, they might still be useful. They can serve as our cannon fodder and take the hits for us..." He paused.
A cold glint passed through his eyes, along with naked calculation. "As for later... Once every bit of value has been squeezed out of them, once I've gotten everything I want and taken hold of every secret in the Celestial Palace, then their fate will be nothing more than a word from me. However I want to deal with them, however I want them to die, that's how it'll be... Keeping them alive right now is nothing more than making use of trash."
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