"Uncle-Master Ling, you're awake! I was worried you... you... wouldn't wake up!"
When Bai Jingsheng saw Ling Cangyan awaken, he rushed over without a second thought. His eyes were full of worry and slightly red.
"Venerable Ling, you're finally awake! We were worried sick!"
Mo Xinghe hurried over as well, his words full of worry and urgency, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.
Ling Cangyan had suffered such grievous injuries and still hadn't died. If he survived, it wouldn't be so easy for Mo Xinghe to target Fang Mo. Ling Cangyan's status was what it was—he could practically speak for Taichu Peak.
Although Taichu Peak had few people these days and its influence had waned, many old monsters still lived there.
As long as Ling Cangyan spoke, he would wield enormous influence, more even than Mo Xinghe held at Yuxiao Peak. If Mo Xinghe wanted to move against Fang Mo and pin the blame for their crushing defeat on him, it would be difficult as long as Ling Cangyan remained alive.
"Everyone, leave for now. I have something to discuss with Senior Brother Daozhen!"
Ling Cangyan paid no heed to Bai Jingsheng and said nothing more to Mo Xinghe. He merely waved a hand and spoke weakly.
Everyone hesitated. What did Ling Cangyan mean? Why did he want to speak with Daozhen alone as soon as he woke?
"Everyone, leave."
Daozhen, who was seated cross-legged behind Ling Cangyan, spoke. He slowly breathed out a mouthful of stale air, his face clearly weary as well.
Though they were puzzled, everyone quickly filed out.
Mo Xinghe led Bai Haizhou to one side and sent his voice through his Primordial Spirit.
"What do you think Ling Cangyan wants to discuss with Daozhen? Could he pin the blame on us?"
Bai Haizhou