The meeting concluded, and everyone dispersed.0

Everyone, regardless of which faction they belonged to, was deep in thought.0

For Qi Xuansu, this was his first time participating in a Daoist Order meeting of this level, so he found it eye-opening, feeling a sense of awe.1

This was vastly different from the battles in Jianghu. There was no visible clash of swords, yet danger lurked everywhere. A few words could spark a storm of bloodshed—who knew how many lives would be lost as a result of the discussions from above?0

That was why power and status were paramount. With them, one could determine life and death with a word. Without them, one’s fate would be dictated by others. Even the notions of right and wrong could be reversed.0

Li Tianlan, that old fox, casually brushed aside Ye Xiu’s confession with just a few sentences, each reason unassailable. No one could touch him. Yet, when Sage Donghua stepped in, speaking the same words, Li Tianlan had to accept partial responsibility....0