Patriarch Xuanming Let a Secret Slip; the Six Sects Grand Competition Was About to Begin

Loading... "Off we go, off we go. Time to head back to Penglai Heaven."

Seeing that Daoist Lord Xuanming was about to leave, Jiang Sheng asked curiously, "Patriarch, coming and going in such a hurry isn't like you at all. What's happening up there that deserves so much of your effort?"

Daoist Lord Xuanming sighed at the question. "Your Patriarch Dejing press-ganged me into working as a laborer, that's what. Three to five hundred years of toil, and I won't get so much as half a penny out of it. How pitiful."

"Not a single one of us in Penglai's Pure Yang Realm has a moment to spare. Patriarch Dejing and I are refining pills, Heavenly Venerable Qingyan is in the River of Time, Senior Sister Jingxuan is holding the fort at the Heavenly Court, and even Senior Brother Weiyu has to search deep in Chaos for..."

At this point, Daoist Lord Xuanming covered his mouth in feigned surprise, as though he had realized he had let something slip. "Oh dear, I almost said something I shouldn't."

Then Daoist Lord Xuanming adopted the air of an elder caring for a junior. "But little Lingyuan, your cultivation isn't high enough yet, so I can't let you know. I'll be off."

With that, Daoist Lord Xuanming transformed into a rainbow and departed. From beginning to end, he never asked who had won Jiang Sheng's spar with Fahui. Clearly, he had complete confidence in Jiang Sheng.

After Daoist Lord Xuanming left, the rocking chair continued swaying, as though someone were still reclining in it, rocking out of sheer boredom. A gentle breeze drifted by. Jiang Sheng froze for an instant, then could not help laughing silently. *Who was he trying to hook by deliberately leaving things half-said? I'm not Lin Fan. I'm not