Left with no other choice, he could only send a message to the clan's territory.
The Cen clan elder seemed to have aged several centuries. After driving away the accompanying clansmen, he sighed again and again. It had not been easy to earn the ancestor's trust and be sent to the Daoist sect, yet who could have imagined that the matter would nearly be botched? A failed scheme was one thing; lingering too long and disgracing the Cen clan was far more unbearable.
The study was silent. The candle flame crackled, red wax flowing all over the bronze crane candlestick.
He waited anxiously for a reply.
He was filled with regret and worry. Once he returned, he would surely face exclusion. Perhaps from then on, he could only withdraw from the Lineage's center and live out his days in seclusion.
Just as his brows were tightly furrowed, a flash of light appeared in his hand. The ancestor's reply had arrived...
He impatiently used a secret art to open the letter. Light flashed across the paper, revealing written words. One still needed to circulate the Cen clan's unique cultivation art to discern and read them. After finishing the letter, Elder Cen secretly thought that the ancestor truly planned within the tent and won from a thousand miles away. Even separated by tens of thousands of miles, the ancestor still held everything in hand. All was within the ancestor's control.
The old man gritted his teeth and grinned savagely.
"This is the last chance. There can be no mistakes!"
He summoned Cen Zhuo and the others again.
"Seven days from now is Celestial Master Tong's birthday. There will be a grand celebration at Lone Cloud Peak, and the Dragon Girl will certainly appear to offer her congratulations."
"We will attend the banquet