Li Qinglin: No matter what, as his elder brother, I have to lend him a hand

Qixia Mountain rose seven thousand zhang high on the border between Chu Province and Xiang Province.

Amid the sea of clouds at its summit stood a stone pavilion. Inside, two middle-aged men with unfathomable auras sat facing each other, commanding respect without a word.

They were Gongsun Boming, head of the Xiang Province Gongsun Clan, and Qu Mingmei, head of the Chu Province Qu Clan.

Tea brewed on the stone table, its spiritual energy rising in fragrant wisps.

Qu Mingmei poured Gongsun Boming a cup, then poured one for himself. Setting down the teapot, he said, "Brother Boming, I truly never expected that Old Devil Yuan Mingzi would swallow his pride and join his enemy, the Snow Robe Demonic Cult."

Gongsun Boming lifted his jade cup and gave a disdainful laugh. "Our two families drove that old devil too hard. A cornered dog will leap over a wall."

"The Snow Robe Demonic Cult is nothing to fear. It's the Demon Venerable behind it who poses a problem," Qu Mingmei said gravely.

Gongsun Boming blew across his tea and took a sip. "Which is why the two of us are sitting here today."

"Do you have a plan, Brother Boming?" Qu Mingmei asked.

Gongsun Boming shook his head.

Qu Mingmei's heart sank.

Seeing this, Gongsun Boming set down his jade cup and sneered. "Brother Qu, you think too much. Things have come this far. Our two families have arrows on the string and must let them fly. If we want to take Tai Prefecture, the Snow Robe Demon Venerable is a hurdle we cannot avoid."

"A Great Expert of the Divine Mansion Realm introduces too many uncertainties." Qu Mingmei sighed, worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Brother Qu. He's only one Demon Venerable. What have our two families to fear if