"An Xun the Ghost had devoted himself to the art of assassination, yet this time he had gone against his usual ways and appeared in person. It was somewhat puzzling. Fellow Daoist Qin, you should still be more careful in the future and not let your guard down." Madam Yun Xi was meticulous and uneasy, so she cautioned Qin Fengming.
"The Chisheng Alliance? This Qin has taken note of it." Qin Fengming nodded, murmuring under his breath.
He had already entered this dark force onto his list of those who must die. Regardless of what benefits An Xun the Ghost had received to come trouble him, since the other party had made a move, he would meet it.
"A moment later, Qin Fengming once again looked at Madam Yun Xi and the other two, bowed deeply, and said, "I must trouble the three Fellow Daoists with these worldly affairs and have you receive the arriving Mahayana cultivators. There are still half a month before the celebration. May I ask how many Mahayana cultivators have arrived?"
Ancestor Tianji was not in the council hall. He was responsible for preparing the celebration and was arranging people to set up the venue. Only the three of Qing Cang lived here permanently, waiting for the Mahayana cultivators to pay their respects to the sect.
"By now, fifteen Fellow Daoists have arrived in total. They are all from realms near our Human Race. Although several of them have had some friction with our Human Race, there is no deep enmity. Now that our Human Race suddenly has two more Mahayana cultivators, they certainly will not harbor any ulterior motives again." Qing Cang spoke, the smile on his face blooming like a flower.
He had never felt so carefree. Although the Human Race occupied the Three