"Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye?"
A clear call came from outside the hall. Mu Qingluan flew over from afar, searching everywhere for me.
I hurriedly emerged from inside, straightened my disheveled robes, and tried to look normal. "Qingluan, what do you need me for?"
Mu Qingluan gracefully landed before me and looked at me strangely. "Senior Brother Ye, where were you just now? Why couldn't I find you anywhere?"
"Ahem, I was punishing Feng Qing'er just now. That Thunder Venerable is truly dishonest. I magnanimously spared him, yet he did not show the slightest gratitude. His disciple deserves punishment!"
"Mhm, mhm."
Mu Qingluan nodded obediently. Over the past few days, word had spread throughout the Great Love Alliance. Everyone knew that the Alliance Leader had acted once again, succeeding in a single strike by capturing Thunder Venerable and nearly killing him.
Had Thunder Venerable not surrendered so quickly and declared his willingness to bring the entire pavilion into the Great Love Alliance, the Alliance Leader would not have shown mercy and spared his life.
"However, Senior Brother Ye, we just received a secret letter delivered by the Wind and Lightning Pavilion. In the letter, they said they feared retaliation from the Hall of Souls and thus did not dare publicly announce that they had joined the Great Love Alliance. But they stated that not a single one of their people would appear on the battlefield against the Great Love Alliance. They absolutely would not oppose us."
I was slightly taken aback. "Are they trying to be a Puppet Army?"
Mu Qingluan froze, somewhat unable to understand what I meant. But after spending several years together, she had grown accustomed to strange words suddenly popping out of my mouth and merely assumed it was a Northwest Territory dialect.
"Senior Brother