Belief

"Could it really be as the intelligence said, the descendant of an old acquaintance?"

"Investigate her."

"Since Zi Daoxu kept it so tightly guarded, there must be something we do not understand. That is the flaw."

The cultivator holding a jade slip looked toward the middle-aged man across the table, dressed in a pale gold dharma robe.

The middle-aged man with his hands tucked into his sleeves pondered. "Second Brother, when will this slow and steady scheme of yours finally come to an end?"

"Zi Daoxu has now extended his lifespan by two thousand years and cultivated to the late stage."

"How many years has it been?"

"If he is given more time to grow, what if he becomes a Saint?"

"I said back then that we should make an early decision!" The middle-aged man fumed.

The moment his emotions showed, the spiritual aura of a Venerable surged like rolling river tides, turning into clouds and mist that blotted out the moon. Yet after only the slightest disturbance, he gathered it back in.

But his eyes still carried doubt, as well as regret over what had happened in those years.

The cultivator in the Sun God Sect robe remained calm. "Twelfth Brother, why be so vexed? He could not stir up any storms back then, and he is no different now." He waved a hand. "Go. Find out who the person in this painting is, and what relationship she has with Zi Daoxu."

The middle-aged man in the pale gold robe snatched up the jade slip and cupped his hands. "Brother, you should think it over carefully."

With that, he rose and left the hall.

Watching Twelfth Brother's departing figure, the cultivator in the Sun God Sect robe took a sip of tea and murmured, "Alas, the ancestor is backing