Lü Shiwu and Tiansongzi left together, each going their separate way.
But after making a turn, the former doubled back and returned to Ge Yunxian.
"Is there something else, Junior Brother Lü?"
Ge Yunxian looked at Lü Shiwu, his brow faintly furrowed.
Lü Shiwu entered, cupped his hands to Ge Yunxian, and said, "Tiansongzi instructed the Red Robe General to harm Immortal Master Meng of Cang Mountain. He nearly died, his cultivation fell, and a hundred years of cultivation went up in smoke. The people of Cang Mountain and Mirror Mountain are furious. It would be one thing if Tiansongzi were left unscathed, but for our Star Picking Sect to take no action as well will inevitably chill people's hearts."
Having said this, Lü Shiwu found a chair and sat upright.
"They're nothing more than Rogue Cultivators from the southern frontier. Must we offer an apology and compensation?"
"Absurd!"
"Go tell them: if they're willing to do the job, then do it. If not, hand over their arms and armor, return their elixir stipends, and get the hell out!"
Ge Yunxian carried himself with immense authority.
This was the pride of a peak Qi Refining Stage cultivator of the Star Picking Sect.
But—
"Senior Brother."
"Cang Mountain and Mirror Mountain truly amount to nothing compared to our Star Picking Sect."
"But this time, the Chief has ordered us to join Uncle-Master Pan's side in attacking [Mist Sun Mountain]. Without the aid of the dozen or so Qi Refining cultivators from those two lineages, I fear we'll be stretched thin. Should anything go wrong, or should we be outdone by Uncle-Master Pan, it may be difficult to account for it before the Chief."
Lü Shiwu sighed.
"..."
Ge Yunxian's gaze shifted slightly. He glanced at Lü Shiwu but said nothing.
Understanding,