Don't Let Your Imagination Run Wild
Jun Changxiao had yet to set a time for reeling in the net.
So how far Su Xiaomo's path as an undercover agent would go, and how far he could go, remained unknown for now.
However, with his smooth, adaptable nature, the deliberate display of his Spirit Root and Cultivation, and the help of Sun Yingquan, Xia Shuiyun, and two elders, climbing step by step would certainly be effortless.
"The plan is proceeding perfectly."
"But I still need to keep a low profile, lest I stir up trouble in the sect..."
The waters of the Taixuan Sacred Sect ran deep. The Outer Sect was merely the tip of the iceberg; above it lay the Inner Sect and the circle of Core Disciples. Naturally, he had to tread as if walking on thin ice, unable to relax in the slightest.
More precisely.
Su Xiaomo was following the path of a protagonist growing within a sect, but he could not be like a true protagonist who could insta-kill heaven, earth, and even the air.
In the days to come, he would also deliberately spend more time around Xia Shuiyun, because Elder Xia held greater prestige within the Elder Council than Elder Sun.
Of course.
Having received Old Man Wei's guidance, Su Xiaomo always maintained a relationship with that icy woman that was neither too close nor too distant.
"Come, let's do a mission."
One day, Xia Shuiyun appeared again.
"Um... I..."
"You must go."
"Fine."
For several days in a row, the two often appeared at the Mission Pavilion together, accepted missions together, and left together.
After He Zongying's defeat, he seemed to have vanished.
In a world centered on Martial Dao, if one lacked the strength to face rivals, one could only resign oneself to