Inside the skyship, True Lord Qingshui sat with five powerful figures, sharing tea.
Their auras were restrained. They no longer exuded the heart-stopping presence they had outside; instead, they seemed like five ordinary people.
True Lord Qingshui was the same. The energy he constantly radiated was reined in. Clad in blue robes with a dark sash, his blue hair falling to his shoulders, he had a serene, ethereal air, like an orchid in a secluded valley—quiet and composed.
"Brother Qingshui, in your view, can opening the ninth layer unravel the secrets of the Yin Ruins?"
An old man in purple robes with gray hair held his teacup and took a delicate sip. He asked almost casually.
True Lord Qingshui smiled faintly, lifted his cup, and took a sip. "Perhaps it can, perhaps it can't!"
"Brother Qingshui, that's not quite right. Even now, your Tianli Sect keeps the secrets of the Yin Ruins under lock and key. Brother Ziji asked the very question we all wanted to ask. Now that we've come here today, surely you won't send us away empty-handed again?"
Another red-haired old man spoke with a teasing smile, though the displeasure in his tone was plain for all to hear.
True Lord Qingshui smiled faintly. "The secrets of the Yin Ruins aren't yours alone to investigate. All your sects took part, and none of you managed to uncover them. Our Tianli Sect doesn't know much more than the others. Brother Hongye, that's hardly a fair thing to say."
"But your Tianli Sect was the first to discover the Ancient Realm, wasn't it? By the time we joined in, you had already entered the Yin Ruins. Surely you learned more than we did?"
The purple-robed, gray-haired old man who had spoken first smiled and spoke again.
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