"Nothing comes without a price. I acknowledge that too, but what could our Daoist Sect possibly give the Xia family of the Confucian Sect? I've never been able to figure that out. Sigh, perhaps I'm getting old. I'm muddled about many things. Sitting in this position is like sitting on a bed of needles." Although Zou Zhiwen was a half-immortal-level figure, there were quite a few people in the Daoist Sect who devoted themselves to cultivation and ignored worldly affairs, so it was no wonder he was unfamiliar with the position of handling the sect's affairs.
"Elder Zou, you mustn't say that. The Daoist Sect still needs you to uphold justice. The sect is in decline now, and we absolutely cannot afford to relax in the slightest. Otherwise, our names will surely be engraved on the pillar of shame in the Daoist Sect's history. As for tomorrow's meeting with the Confucian Sect, we can discuss this matter with the Xia family then." The old man was feeling somewhat dejected, but this was no time to withdraw from the torrent and seek a quiet life. The moment he stepped down, the authorities would seize the opportunity to advance. The Daoist Sect would be finished.
"Mm, I'm just grumbling. This matter still needs someone skilled to handle it. Remember to prepare the materials for tomorrow," Zou Zhiwen reminded me.
The materials still had to be prepared. I had originally planned to catch up on sleep before doing it, but the situation no longer allowed me to overthink things. I agreed immediately, then discussed a few more details with Zou Zhiwen before hanging up.
By the time I checked the hour, it was already half past midnight. Wang Yan had fallen asleep on the bed, but Xijun was still sitting there, staring at