Moon-Tide Dao Sage gave Ancestor Qingxuan a long, searching look.
Then she smiled.
"Heh heh..."
"I'm sorry to trouble you, fellow Daoist Qingxuan, but that's no concern of yours."
"Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley has endured for countless ages. Naturally, we fear nothing."
"Isolation or a desperate gamble—it makes no difference to us. On the contrary, if anyone truly dares to make a move, Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley will show them what it means for men to die for wealth and birds to die for food!"
"That's enough..."
"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, after everything that's happened, Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley has much to put in order. We won't be receiving you any longer."
"Please..."
Ancestor Qingxuan's mouth twitched. Wasn't that a little too direct?
She clearly wasn't speaking only of Southern Border's Dao Sages. She was also warning him not to try anything.
Ancestor Qingxuan was reluctant to leave.
But after some thought,
he realized that lingering here would serve no purpose. It would only make Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley suspicious.
So he took the opportunity to bid farewell.
So much had happened in Southern Border, and he had witnessed it all. He felt he needed to return to the Azure Cloud Heaven Sect as soon as possible and explain everything.
He also had a feeling that, after all this, neither the Western Wastes nor Southern Border would remain peaceful.
Those twenty-five High-Grade Saint Veins could well become the spark that lit the fire.
If both the Western Wastes and Southern Border fell into turmoil, the Azure Cloud Heaven Sect in the east would likely find it hard to stay out of it. The sect ought to prepare in advance.
It was just...
The mysterious powerhouse behind Bright Moon Spirit Tide Valley was a real headache...
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