Immortal Lord Fang said, "Things have come to this. Brother Yu, what would you have us do?"
He was just as displeased with the young man surnamed Pei. The latter had released a messenger bird on the spur of the moment, but there was no way Fang would truly join forces with the Yu Family to deal a deadly blow to the Taiqing Upper Sect over this.
He could still tell who was friend and who was foe.
One side was the Eight Great Immortal Sects; the other served under the Holy Court.
He could not openly join forces with Great Elder Yu to suppress the Taiqing Upper Sect.
If word of this spread, it would provoke public outrage, and no one in the Gui Xu Sect would speak up for him.
After all, the Eight Great Immortal Sects were bound together and stood united, if only vaguely, against the Holy Court.
Great Elder Yu had hit a wall. He turned to look at Song Qiuhu.
Song Qiuhu said, "Perhaps Great Elder Yu has misunderstood. Brother Dongfang is in charge here. There's no need to ask me about anything."
By this point, how could Song Qiuhu not know that his bid to seize leadership had come to nothing? Since Dongfang Tuo had already promised not to forget his contribution, he felt somewhat reassured. He was perfectly content to take it easy and stop meddling in the matter.
Dongfang Tuo briefly introduced himself, then said, "Things have come to this. In my opinion, breaking through this strange wall as quickly as possible is the most urgent matter. Elder Yu, do you agree?"
After asking around, Great Elder Yu felt as if he'd bitten into a fruit only to find half a worm inside. He was disgusted beyond words.
How could he