Inside the Heavenly Vessel, True Monarch Qingshui sat drinking tea with five experts.
The five had reined in their auras. Rather than the heart-palpitating pressure they had radiated outside earlier, they looked like five ordinary people.
True Monarch Qingshui was the same. The energy constantly emanating from him was restrained; dressed in azure robes with a black sash, his blue hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded a tranquil, secluded air, like an orchid in an immortal valley—still and profound.
"Brother Qingshui, do you think the opening of the ninth level can unravel the Secret of Yinxu?"
An old man in purple robes with gray hair held a teacup and took a light sip, asking as though casually.
True Monarch Qingshui smiled faintly, raised his cup, and took a drink. "Perhaps it can. Perhaps it cannot."
"Brother Qingshui, that is somewhat inappropriate. Even now, your Tianli Sect keeps the secrets of Yinxu sealed tight. Brother Purple Zenith has asked what we all wished to ask. Now that we have come, surely Brother Qingshui will not send us back empty-handed again?"
At that moment, another red-haired old man smiled as he teased him, though the dissatisfaction in his tone was plain for all to hear.
True Monarch Qingshui smiled faintly. "The Secret of Yinxu was naturally something all your sects participated in investigating, yet none of you deciphered it. Our Tianli Sect does not know much more than the other sects. Brother Red Leaf's words are rather improper!"
"Back then, wasn't your Tianli Sect the first to discover the Ancient Realm? By the time we joined in, you had already entered Yinxu. You must know more than we do, at least."
The purple-robed, gray-haired elder who had spoken first smiled again.
The others remained silent. Their gazes were fixed on True