"That is..."
Mu Dongli stuck out her tongue, her face flushing slightly as she said to the black-clad youth, "Cult Master, Li Bao's awareness was too shallow!"
The black-clad Cult Master smiled gently, but said nothing more.
Mu Dongli had originally wanted to ask whether there was still no news from the main cult.
But now that things had reached this point, her father had said that the Cult Master had the final say over everything. Asking about the main cult's opinion again would only make her seem truly foolish.
She could only suppress the question.
Her father, the frost-faced elder, suddenly said, "The main cult is too far away. Without them, we are ourselves."
Those words left Mu Dongli utterly confused. She had no idea what her father, the deeply experienced "Right Tomb King," truly meant.
"Mm."
The black-clad Cult Master merely hummed, giving no clue as to what he meant. Then he turned and departed, vanishing amid the wind and clouds.
"Farewell, Cult Master."
Though Mu Dongli was supposedly the Cult Master's wife, she was, in truth, merely a junior. She and the Cult Master were not even on the same level.
Only after the Cult Master left did Mu Dongli look at the frost-faced elder and ask, "Father, what exactly did you mean by that just now?"
"Nothing has been decided yet. You'll understand after some time." The frost-faced elder's expression suddenly turned stern and cold.
"Then regarding this Li Tianming, the main cult's decision..."
Before she could finish, the frost-faced elder said, "He isn't the most important matter. He is merely a fly hovering over this important matter. Once this matter has a conclusion, the fly will have a conclusion too. So don't be impatient—especially not in front of the Cult Master. Don't ruin the true