"Would he choose this path?"
"He had no choice, unless he was willing to let me mend his Three Flowers."
Jinyang took the cultivation method and went into seclusion in a side hall to mend his Three Flowers.
In the great hall, which had only just regained its silence, the voice of another stranger rang out.
Myriad Longevity Immortal Lord gazed calmly at the side hall where Jinyang was in seclusion, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger, sorrow nor delight.
"At the end of the day, he is the current chief true disciple of the Primordial Yang Dao Sect, and an ally of your Qiankun Dao Sect. Is this how your Qiankun Dao Sect treats its allies?"
An elegant, pleasant voice sounded beside Myriad Longevity Immortal Lord's ear. The moist breath carried a trace of demonic sweetness, making him frown slightly before his brow relaxed again.
Ignoring the aura at his side that stirred heat and desire, Myriad Longevity Immortal Lord half-closed his eyes. "Heh. Aren't you also an ally of my Qiankun Dao Sect?"
"You were willing to sacrifice your own disciple. Why should I be unwilling to sacrifice a true disciple of the Primordial Yang Dao Sect?"
The aura drifted gracefully into the distance. "I have never sacrificed my disciple."
"I merely let that child see the world and suffer a few hardships."
"I had already made an agreement with that person. The one who would die would only be that old dragon's bastard son—never my disciple."
"Of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan, Qingqiu's white foxes have all died out. Only us red foxes of Tu Mountain remain. Every single one is incomparably precious. How could I possibly let them be cast away like abandoned pawns?"
"Wanshou, they have already begun moving over there. You should also