No Need to Go

Inside the Council Hall of the Sun Moon Divine Cult Headquarters, Cult Master Jian Qianxiong sat high upon his throne, his eyelids half-lowered. Like an old monk lost in meditation, he remained utterly motionless.

The occasional disdainful lift of his eyelids, along with the flash of anger that sometimes flickered through his eyes, proved that he was still taking part in this grand meeting of wrangling.

Seated first to Jian Qianxiong's left was Yan Cong, Lord of the Myriad Stars Tower. At the moment, he was continuously savoring the bowl of tea before him, though it had long since steeped itself tasteless.

Of course, tea-drinking was not his purpose. Whenever he slowly rubbed the lid of the tea bowl, his sharp, gleaming eyes would sweep across the hall. A trace of an unfathomable smile flickered at the corners of his eyes, and he would quietly make his calculations, waiting for the moment to strike.

Below Yan Cong sat Yun Chonggao, the Third Clan Elder of Qingyun Fort. His half-open, half-closed eyes gleamed with sharp light, making it clear at a glance that he was no easy opponent. Whenever he lowered his head, his gaze would meet Yan Cong's, and the two would exchange knowing smiles.

Further down from Yun Chonggao sat Duan Yingnian, Protector Commander of the Longevity Sect. Unlike Yan Cong and Yun Chonggao's restraint, Duan Yingnian had openly set himself against the Sun Moon Divine Cult, standing in mutual support with Fang Lifeng, the Profound Moon Sect elder who was chattering away in the center of the hall.

Every time Fang Lifeng roared two or three sentences, Duan Yingnian would chime in with one. Throughout the entire Council Hall, only his and Fang Lifeng's voices remained.

Seated at the very bottom of the left side was Ji Xuan,