Wei Zhongxi was the first to recover from his daze.

The head of the Wei Family now demonstrated the steady cool-headedness of a leader. He said at top speeds, “The earlier disturbance is sure to draw questions from our clansmen. Grand Elder, stand guard. Don’t let anyone approach Goldendawn Mountain, and don’t reveal anything about what just happened!”

They still didn’t know whether the real patriarch was alive or dead. Wei Zhongxi was well aware that if their clansmen found out about what just happened, it would throw the entire Wei Family into upheaval.

And if news like that spread, it would inevitably lead to unpredictable wind and rain!

“Got it!” Wei Chen took a deep breath, then solemnly assented.

“Wei Yun, come with me to see Fellow Daoist Su.” As he spoke, he’d already started following Su Yi halfway up the ridge.

Wei Yun hurried after him.

“I just hope… nothing happened to the patriarch…” Wei Cheng muttered to himself.

Halfway up the ridge.

Wei Daoyuan's immortal cave, the place he’d undergone seclusion, was about one thousand feet across. It was built like a palace, but...