Take Momo along.
What did it mean when the serfs, having turned over, sang their songs? Yue Qianchou now understood it deeply. He took it to mean that a single song could change one's fate. It was the release of someone oppressed for far too long. He had been in the Immortal World for so long, yet he had barely ever gone out for a stroll. Having offended Jueqing Palace, he had been confined within Illusory Immortal City all this time.
Today, now, at this very moment, he suddenly felt the sky was high and the land vast. He could go anywhere now and spread his wings again. Borrowing the Immortal Palace's power to wipe out Jueqing Palace—what a wonderful thing that would be.
Yun Peng and Wei Chunqiu exchanged a glance. Wei Chunqiu chuckled. "That's not a bad idea. Let the Immortal Palace flatten Jueqing Palace first. Hehe!"
Da Minglun's expression had already been far from pleasant. When he saw Wei Chunqiu joining in the fun, his face darkened further. He glared at him, then said gravely, "Yue Qianchou, what kind of dream are you having? Have you forgotten what I just said? The Immortal Palace will only help you if it isn't too excessive."
"Excessive?" Yue Qianchou turned and asked Wei Chunqiu instead. Wei Chunqiu immediately played along with a grin. "Well... it really isn't excessive.
"There are so many sects in the Immortal World. Losing one Jueqing Palace wouldn't amount to much. Besides, for the Immortal Palace, eliminating Jueqing Palace would be no difficult matter."
"Exactly!" Yue Qianchou immediately took over, his eyes shining as he nodded repeatedly. "That's precisely the logic. It's not excessive at all. Jueqing Palace must be eliminated!" He was just short of applauding Wei Chunqiu.
Da Minglun looked Yue Qianchou up and