Xiang Yang had come to seek out Dao Yi for two reasons: first, to see whether he could help restore his cultivation in the blade path; second, to accept this geomancy dragon-seeking mission.
Now, the former had become a mere fantasy. Given Dao Yi's status and cultivation, there was no way he could be wrong about something he had said. As for the latter, once Xiang Yang obtained the Autumn Palace Iron Token, it too had been settled. With no excuse left to remain, Xiang Yang bade farewell and departed.
"Divine Constable, this time, when the dragon raises its head deep within Mo Mountain, experts from more than one branch of the demonic sects will gather. Although Xiang Yang is going as a supporting expert of the Earth Demon branch, his strength has yet to return to its peak. I fear he may be unable to bear the burden. Shouldn't we proceed more cautiously?"
Lan Zhiguo's face was clouded with worry. He had cast aside all selfish thoughts and personal feelings, considering the matter purely from the mission's standpoint. If the Autumn Palace Iron Token were lost and the mission failed, then should Emperor Shengwu lay blame, no one would be able to bear the guilt.
He, Xu Leshan, and Gan Yuanliang had been greatly reassured by Xiang Yang at his peak. With a blade in hand, there were truly very few who could stand against him. The odds of completing the mission should have been above eighty percent.
Yet Dao Yi's inability to restore Xiang Yang's sealed blade path had disrupted their first plan. Then Dao Yi had rashly handed the Autumn Palace Iron Token to Xiang Yang, becoming the second unforeseen turn. Now that the boat had sailed, it was likely too late even for regret.
"Indeed. Previously,