Chen Luo sat cross-legged at the cliff edge, while the sea of clouds churned not far ahead.
Hua Po Po had already left.
After witnessing Chen Luo's strength, Hua Po Po did not waste a single word. She turned directly into a streak of light and fled. Trouble at this level was simply not something she could meddle in. Favors might be important, but her life was more precious.
Compared to one's life, even the Dao Path could be abandoned.
"The tree wished for calm, but the wind would not cease."
Chen Luo took the repaired chessboard from the Grotto-heaven Gourd and placed it at the cliff edge, looking as though he were waiting for someone to play chess with. Not long ago, the aura that had been watching him had suddenly disappeared. Yet immediately afterward, several utterly undisguised auras flew toward the Myriad Manifestation Immortal Sect.
Those auras were still far away, but Chen Luo's senses were extraordinarily keen.
Within his External Brains, the brains especially sensitive to danger never stopped. Every so often, one or two thoughts would emerge.
"It's still a matter of reputation. My name isn't loud enough to deter enemies."
Chen Luo placed the brewed teapot atop the chessboard.
Mountain Wind brushed against his robes. From afar, he looked like a True Immortal of the Mortal World, carrying an aura that transcended the mundane.
Chen Luo had long ago instructed Tang Hai and his people to stay far away and not get involved.
The Myriad Manifestation Immortal Sect looked prosperous on the surface, but all its important members had actually already withdrawn. The disciples and elders remaining within the mountain gate were all puppets Chen Luo had previously sent out.
At this stage of the Myriad Manifestation Immortal Sect's development, low-level puppets lacking intelligence could