How could he be happy? If he listened to Luo Fangfei, he would offend Misty Pavilion; if he listened to Misty Pavilion, he would offend Luo Fangfei. How could Yan Li possibly feel good about Purple Gold Cave being caught in the middle?
The Elders present looked at one another. When the time came, none of them would have it easy. No one had expected things to turn out like this.
The choice before them left all the Elders in knots. They were caught between a rock and a hard place—whether Niu Youdao went or not, neither option seemed appropriate.
Regret welled up in Gong Lince's heart. Why had he recruited Niu Youdao into Purple Gold Cave? They had coveted those gains only to offend people they could not afford to offend. The loss outweighed the gain.
It was not that he thought their original choice had been wrong. He simply had not expected that, when all was well, Niu Youdao would have so much trouble attached to him—he could even get entangled in something as baseless as this.
Outside the door, Guan Fangyi, who had been listening in, let out a breath of relief. Daoist Master was indeed Daoist Master. He had refused without leaving a trace, while shouldering none of the responsibility. If it had been her, she would probably only have been able to obediently leave with them. How would she have dared tactfully decline Misty Pavilion?
Although Niu Youdao had already secretly given the order and made preparations to strike, she knew full well that against a colossus like Misty Pavilion, they had no chance of victory whatsoever. If they could avoid fighting, they should avoid it as much as possible.
Because of Niu Youdao's words, Huang Ban had already fixed his gaze on Gong Lince.