"Martial Uncle."
Ling Yu looked at True Lord Yuanyi, seated on a Meditation Cushion with his palms, feet, and face turned toward the heavens. She seemed hesitant.
True Lord Yuanyi slowly opened his eyes. This Penglai True Lord, renowned for his stern authority, looked at Ling Yu with extraordinary warmth. "Niece Ling Yu, is something troubling you?"
"I can't quite make sense of it," Ling Yu said, her face full of confusion.
True Lord Yuanyi smiled. "Tell me."
"Ling Zhao said the Qiankun Dao Sect would send True Disciples of the Yuan generation to deal with us," Ling Yu said.
"So he fabricated word that Lingyuan was in Jiuzhou World to throw them off. How could Ling Zhao be so sure the Qiankun Dao Sect wouldn't send True Lords of the Integration Realm?"
"Given the Qiankun Dao Sect's arrangements in Yanzhou, they could have sent dozens of True Lords and wiped us out in one stroke."
"But why has Ling Feng been the only one exchanging blows with you, Martial Uncle, with no one else in sight? And why has everything gone so smoothly for us in Yanzhou, almost as if they meant to let us capture Feng Yuan and Mo Yuan?"
"Why does the Qiankun Dao Sect act so..."
"Coy?" True Lord Yuanyi supplied with a smile.
Ling Yu nodded. "Exactly. Coy. It's as though they want to fight us, but don't want the fighting to get too fierce."
True Lord Yuanyi laughed. "The fact that you noticed that is already impressive, Ling Yu."
"You ask why Ling Zhao was so certain the Qiankun Dao Sect wouldn't send anyone of the Integration Realm. It's because he had only just arrived and could view matters as an outsider. You, on the other hand, have been caught up in the middle