In truth, among the group, Wan Caoyi had no desire to heed Feng Jiuru's bullshit warning at all. As the number one chamber of commerce in the Immortal Realm, though the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce could not compare to Jueqing Palace, the gap was not great. Most importantly, Wan Bosheng had once given instructions, so he dared not slight Yue Qianchou's affairs. Yet unexpectedly, Wan Ling stopped him from going to offer congratulations, telling him to wait for now and follow the crowd—whatever everyone else did, they would do the same.
Though Wan Caoyi found it somewhat strange, he also knew that Wan Ling had been sent here by Wan Bosheng this time. She, not he, was the one who could make the decisions. As for why, only Wan Ling herself knew. She had long found Jueqing Palace an eyesore, but she had never expected Jueqing Palace to actually lay hands on the spies sent by the Immortal Emperor. She was immediately delighted and eagerly anticipated the scene of the Immortal Palace stepping in to clean up Jueqing Palace.
Several elders sat facing one another, chatting idly. The younger generation, meanwhile, exchanged courteous questions and answers.
Du Feng, Huo Yunlong, and Shui Mingqing were clearly much more casual with one another, since the three had been friends to begin with. Yet all three were far more polite toward Wan Ling, each of them recalling how she had grabbed Yue Qianchou's hand in full view of everyone back then. They could not help wondering what exactly her relationship with Yue Qianchou was.
Though these people remained here, news from outside never stopped flowing in, keeping them constantly abreast of developments at the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce. If there was anyone among them truly worried about Yue Qianchou, it was probably only