For Bai.
What was most advantageous was often the simplest, least troublesome, cleanest, most direct approach—without dragging things out.
Rather than waste time here with selfish people, she might as well do more practical things. She truly had no interest in scheming. The decline of any faction was often inseparable from conspiracies, calculations, and endless empty talk.
Keeping as low-key as possible, she turned and bowed to her master, Yu Rong.
"Master, this disciple has matters to attend to and must take her leave first. I will return to visit when I have the chance."
Yu Rong nodded and took out a brand-new white Cloud Patterned Daoist Robe, along with several treasured scriptures.
"Be careful while you are alone outside. Guard against Xiao. If you encounter difficulties, return to the sect for help. It would be best if you came back during the holidays. Stay safe."
"Rest assured, Master. No one can track this disciple's whereabouts."
After bowing once more and greeting her fellow disciples, she rose. Everything unfolded according to the future she had chosen as she prepared to leave.
By now, those people should have made their move, just as she had foreseen.
At the birthday-banquet seats on the other side, several members of the Cen Clan saw that the Dragon Girl was leaving and immediately grew anxious, repeatedly signaling toward the hall...
Meanwhile, at the inner-hall banquet, where those of higher status and cultivation gathered, a Daoist Immortal wearing the appearance of a middle-aged man smiled and raised his cup.
His voice was refined and resonant. What a waste that he was not a host.
"Fellow Daoists, today is Celestial Master Tong's birthday banquet, and there should naturally be music and dance. It is said throughout the Immortal Realm that only two possess the most beautiful dances