Ancestor Yang Mei's consciousness had completely returned.
Had he realized that fighting on multiple fronts did not suit him and decided to first help my three masters deduce a method to mend their foundations?
Ancestor Yang Mei was so right.
So right.
The Three Pure Ones Heavenly Venerates sighed as well.
Ancestor Yang Mei seemed to have truly given up on dividing his attention. He was now fully focused on playing cards with the Three Pure Ones.
The Three Pure Ones Heavenly Venerates naturally welcomed Ancestor Yang Mei's choice.
They had never imagined that the Three Pure Ones would ultimately find an opponent to help mend their foundations. Just thinking about it made the Three Pure Ones feel rather exhilarated.
They could only say that it was fortunate they had their own disciple. That was why such an absurd-seeming yet perfectly reasonable outcome had come about.
Now that was better. Play cards in peace. Let's see who becomes the ultimate Mahjong Saint.
Of course they had to play cards in peace.
The Three Pure Ones focused their minds on the game.
Every victory in their card games actually represented a breakthrough in a certain direction, one achieved with the aid of Yang Mei, the Space Demon God.
Their card game had never been a simple matter of winning or losing. It contained the transformations of the Dao.
Moreover.
After Yang Mei gathered his focus.
Their own disciple also directed her mind toward the game, taking the role of an observer.
In that case.
This deduction was effectively equivalent to five Dao Ancestor-level beings exerting their strength together.
Just as they thought this.
They heard their disciple's inner voice.
Reveal the trajectory of Fate.
My Lotus Disc, activate!
The Three Pure Ones looked at one another.
Although their disciple's line was