First Pavilion Under Heaven.
When Xu Xiaoshou led everyone back to their base and safely released them from the Origin Mansion, he could finally let out a complete sigh of relief.
This meant that the risks of the trade fair had, for the time being, come to an end.
Over at the Yunlun Mountain Range.
Ba Zunan had, by himself, drawn the hatred of all the Red Robes and White Robes.
But what the final outcome would be, outsiders had no way of knowing.
Yet at the level of the Eighth Sword Immortal, what he intended to do and the results of what he did were clearly no longer things Xu Xiaoshou could speculate about.
Putting that aside.
Xu Xiaoshou daring to bring everyone back to First Pavilion Under Heaven meant he believed that, during the Royal City Night Battle, he had separated the identities of Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou and Half-Saint descendant Xu Deyi quite well.
Though circumstances had forced his hand and too much had happened in between, so some details might not have been handled perfectly.
Not everyone in the Holy Spirit Hall was an idiot. After carefully mulling it over afterward, they would probably still catch some strange points.
But they were, after all, mere branches and leaves—nothing consequential.
When soldiers came, generals would block them; when water came, earth would dam it.
As long as nothing went wrong in the overall direction.
Even if the Holy Spirit Hall found a few minor loopholes, they would have no way to convict him outright.
There were plenty of problematic factions in the Royal City. First Pavilion Under Heaven was hardly the only one whose timing of appearance and motives had always been highly suspicious.
It was the critical period of the Royal City Trial, and Ba Zunan