At the very moment Ye Qixin was racking her brains.
In an unnamed small town.
Wu Ming sat facing the old Daoist, along with two other superpowers approaching the Seven-Origin Realm, holding another brief, small-scale meeting. After this meeting, the four of them would head to different places to establish themselves. Before each of their power networks had grown large enough to cover the entire Supreme Heaven, this would likely be their only formal meeting in the near future.
Therefore.
After saying what needed to be said, Wu Ming and the old Daoist simultaneously lapsed into a silence akin to the Sitting-and-Forgetting Dao. Their silence spread to the other two as well.
Zuo An.
An unparalleled expert from the Dark Domain.
He was likewise a Seven-Origin Supreme.
Wedged between the two of them, he found himself trembling for no apparent reason in the invisible chill. His words were anything but polite. "Personal grudges are forbidden from being brought into work. Please don't forget whom you're working for now. If you make Princess unhappy, the two of you will have some bitter fruit to eat in the future."
The words were both a warning and a reminder. Zuo An had cultivated to his current realm and lived through no fewer years than the others. He had clearly heard of the two of them long ago, and when it came to serious matters, he gave neither of them an inch of face.
Suddenly.
On the other side, an elderly man seated in the place of honor—who looked to be at least over a hundred years old—slowly lifted his eyelids upon hearing their argument.
Only the whites remained in his weathered eyes. The skin on his face sagged loosely, covered in age spots carved by time. He looked several decades older even than