For a moment, all three High Priests of the Myriad Spirits Society fell into bewilderment at once. The surprise and confusion they failed to conceal in their eyes made Ji Jue breathe another inward sigh of relief.
So Deepdark really hadn't sent anyone?
Then that engine I'd seen earlier was just licensed technology?
No wonder it was so lousy!
In that case, things would be even easier...
"You've come a long way, Envoy, and may not be familiar with the situation here. I stake my life on it: Grandmaster Jianyuan's student is not here. Perhaps you've misunderstood."
The youth to Motu's left waved a hand, signaling a subordinate to pour the wine, then asked with a pleasant smile, "It has been years since I last visited Deepdark, and I haven't had the opportunity to pay my respects to Anvil Elder. How has he been lately?"
"In the prime of his life, of course, accomplishing unparalleled feats."
Ji Jue raised his head proudly, as if sharing in that glory. "Ever since his resounding victory against that old dog Heavenly Furnace beneath the Vortex, he's surpassed even his former heights. If you ask me, even the realm of the Holy Fool is his for the taking. Our counterattack against the Association and the eradication of the Embers are just around the corner!" At these words, all three were left dumbfounded.
They could hardly conceal their admiration!
Who the fuck said Artisans were all rigid thinkers?
You really can bullshit!
Last time Heavenly Furnace jumped down beneath the Vortex and fought his way into Deepdark, he all but chopped Anvil Elder into a crawling wreck. How did you have the nerve to call that a resounding victory?
And "that old dog Heavenly Furnace"?
Would you dare say that to his face?!
*The realm