"Big Sister Moon!"
Yu Zhiwen had stood silently to the side all along.
But at this point, she could no longer hold herself back from speaking.
She stepped past Liu Fuyu, moved forward, and caught Moon Palace Slave by the sleeve. Her voice was soft, yet incomparably stern:
"You cannot go."
Whether it was returning from the River of Time to the Cold Palace Imperial Realm, or going to Lingyu Mountain to see Ba Zunan one last time as he called it, neither was acceptable!
Yu Zhiwen knew all too well the terrifying scheming of this senior uncle.
Ever since she had grown up, all her knowledge and every principle she had learned—aside from what came from Grandpa Yu and Dao Xuanji—had mostly originated from the Dao Department.
After all, she had spent the longest time in the Dao Department.
The teachings and influence of the Dao Department elders, subtle as spring rain, had left their deepest mark on her.
And these so-called "Dao Department elders" had actually only ever been Dao Qiongchang himself.
If anyone else had taught in such a manner, the students they raised would surely have had limitations. When considering the broader situation, they would inevitably have been frogs at the bottom of a well, their view profoundly one-sided.
But he was Dao Qiongchang!
Dao Qiongchang knew astronomy above and geography below, embraced all rivers and streams, and knew everything. He had divided himself into the "Dao Department elders," and the Yu Zhiwen he taught was likewise versed in every path, with strengths in all of them.
Certainly, the Dao Department was a shadow. To Yu Zhiwen, its elders were the source of nightmares that jolted her awake at midnight.
But looking at it from the other side, if the Dao Department elders were regarded as