"Even when he was at his most difficult, rootless and adrift, he could take root in the An Clan and grow through the cracks. Now that he had only just begun to take shape, he could already stir both sides and summon wind and rain... If he was truly allowed to grow, to become 'deeply rooted' in the An Clan, impossible to pull out, then yin and yang would truly be overturned, and no one would be able to stop him!"
Mu Dongyuan took a deep breath, brought out a communication stone, and said a few words to one of the figures within.
"Mm." The figure nodded.
"You think so too?" Mu Dongyuan asked.
The figure said, "Zhan Chi wants to use this boy to make trouble again and pressure the Hierarch. I cannot let him have his way."
After saying that, the communication stone shut off.
"Oh?"
Mu Dongyuan gave a cold, shadowy smile.
"How did it go?" An Xuetian hurriedly asked.
Mu Dongyuan sneered. "That brat tried to be clever and triggered a backlash. The Divine Tomb Cult's internal affairs are not something someone of his level can stir."
"Really?"
An Xuetian shrugged, smiling with amusement.
On the other side of the communication stone—
Mu Dongli, her white hair like a galaxy, peerlessly beautiful, proud and cool, rose from her seat. She said, "Excuse me," to the Left Tomb King, then vanished into the clouds.
Not long after, at the Heavenly Street Poetry Gathering, Weisheng Moran trembled slightly and said to Silver Dust in her sleeve, "Master wants to see me."
After receiving permission, she quietly glanced at Li Tianming across from her, where he was chatting and laughing with the geniuses of the various Xuanting clans around him. Her expression remained calm.
"Junior Sister Weisheng..." Seeing