When Wang Jixuan appeared again, he could clearly sense that these elders were three parts more courteous toward him.
That was the benefit of having a powerful master.
He and Feng Zheng headed straight for the Immortal Palace where Jian Wu often stayed. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the disciples who came to greet them and lingering Inside the Hall for quite some time, he finally got a chance to be alone with Jian Wu.
"Martial Aunt, that Golden Immortal from the Slaughter God Palace really had a problem?"
"Mhm." Jian Wu's lips turned down, her expression holding both helplessness and deep disdain.
She said calmly, "That is what we humans are like. No matter what opportunity arises, there will always be one or two spineless fools. Sigh, it is rather lamentable."
Wang Jixuan fell silent in thought.
Was this the worse possibility?
"Sit. There are no outsiders here, and I have some important matters to discuss with you."
Jian Wu lightly beckoned, and two chairs floated over from the side, landing directly opposite the main seat of the Immortal Palace.
The main seat of this Immortal Palace was quite particular as well: a wooden chair without an elevated platform, backed by portraits of the past Palace Masters of the Sword God Palace, while a memorial tablet for the ancient Human King was enshrined above it.
Wang Jixuan sat before Jian Wu with an unchanged expression.
Feng Zheng, who had brought Wang Jixuan here, was somewhat awkward at this moment. He cautiously shifted his chair several dozen degrees so that he would not be directly facing the Acting Palace Master.
Jian Wu began the conversation with a soft sigh.
"We found a Gu Worm inside that elder's body. It was deeply rooted in the center of his primordial spirit.