After Gong Qingyan left, Hua Yunfei, the Nether Son, Xia Qiuer, and the others also turned to leave.
Duan Wuyi and An Ran went with them.
"Fellow Daoists, have you considered what I mentioned?" Duan Wuyi asked with a smile.
"Let Young Master Wu Yun and the Nether Son decide." Xia Qiuer looked at Hua Yunfei and the Nether Son.
Hua Yunfei and the Nether Son exchanged a glance. During the three days since the tea gathering began, they had indeed discussed the matter. And the result of their discussion was...
"Sorry, fellow Daoist." The Nether Son clasped his hands and declined.
"Can you tell me why?" Duan Wuyi was still smiling, without a trace of surprise.
"My friend here has some ability, and Saintess Xia and fellow Daoist Bing are both quite strong. I think our alliance already has enough people and strength," the Nether Son said, casually making up an excuse.
"That's fine, then. Too many people really can be a problem. Sorry to have troubled you. I hope we meet again someday. Farewell."
Duan Wuyi chuckled. He didn't press the matter, but showed that he understood. Then he and An Ran clasped their hands to the others and left.
"Duan Wuyi really isn't a simple man."
Watching Duan Wuyi's retreating figure, the Nether Son felt that the more he interacted with him, the more he realized there was more to him than met the eye.
"Everyone's hiding their cards. It just comes down to who's hiding the most," Hua Yunfei said.
From what he'd observed, nearly all the prodigies who had once dominated the Golden Era were holding back, rarely revealing their true strength.
Take Gao Meinan, the successor of the Cangqiong Dao, who had clashed head-on with Gong Qingyan earlier. Though she had unleashed power terrifying