The Ziqing Immortal Palace?
"Since the sect master and Elder Xinhong have arrived outside, why not come in for a chat?" As hesitation still lingered on the faces of Yun Chongyi and Xinhong, Lu Xiaotian's voice clearly transmitted into their ears.
"Forget it. If our sect cannot rise up and rejuvenate its past glory, then we might as well let it sink away in the currents of time," Yun Chongyi gritted his teeth, exchanging a glance with Xinhong as he spoke.
At that moment, the door to Lu Xiaotian's room swung open automatically without wind. The two walked in one after another, and the door closed shut behind them.
"Sect Master and Fellow Daoist Xinhong, please take a seat. What is this matter that has you both so indecisive?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Since there are no outsiders here, as your older brother who has lived through a few more years, I will speak from the bottom of my heart. Brother Dongfang experienced today's events firsthand. Had Brother Dongfang not arrived in time, Junior Sister Xinhong and I would have utterly failed to protect the sect's disciples, and we would have had no face left to face Brother Dongfang," Yun Chongyi said with a face full of shame.
"The sect master and Elder Xinhong have already done your utmost. If not for that, I would have already left the Yunxia Immortal Sect and would not have stayed behind," Lu Xiaotian said. "Since the sect master came, there must be another matter. Speak freely; if it can be done, I will certainly not refuse. If it cannot be done, I will also keep my lips sealed and never mention a single word to anyone else."
"Junior Brother, since Elder Dongfang has already put it this way and you have made up your