"They can't be left out..."
An Ning understood what Old Lu meant, but it felt a little strange for her to deliver this "invitation." After all, she had not even formally returned "home" yet.
"Was this Senior Brother's arrangement?" An Ning asked.
Ever since the Venerable Lord left, Dao Wushuang had not shown himself. He had shut himself away, and no one knew his exact condition.
"It is the academy's arrangement," Old Lu said. "The academy is not using you. You truly are the one who would cause the least disturbance, the one they would be most willing to accept, the least likely to make them turn hostile."
"I understand." An Ning nodded, though she felt troubled. How was she supposed to contact that faction?
She and Hua Yunfei had not even fully acknowledged each other yet, and she knew no one from that faction. There was simply nowhere to begin.
"Right." She suddenly remembered the Jue Ming Wan Xie Wheel, which had chosen to go out and "have fun" after Hua Yunfei entered seclusion.
She could have the Jue Ming Wan Xie Wheel take her back!
"I'll leave this matter to you," Old Lu said.
"Mm." An Ning left in thought.
"I hope that faction will give us some face."
Old Lu shook his head. In truth, he held little hope. The conflict between both sides ran too deep. Perhaps this was exactly what the other side wished to see—they would love nothing more than to see the Thirty-Three Heavens attacked from both front and rear.
But compared to everyone else, that faction was also the most trustworthy. Though they used every sinister trick imaginable on the battlefield, making their enemies curse without end—
If they truly sat down together, they would absolutely be worthy of trust. More worthy