The Sect Master had already spoken. Though Cao Yuxiu had finally found a chance to glimpse the Immortal Art behind the Sacred Mountain, he forced down the thoughts stirring restlessly in his heart and offered a passable excuse.
"Is that so?"
Qi Zhentian sounded doubtful, but he did not press the matter.
As the Dao Seed of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect, Cao Yuxiu was already half a sect master in status.
Only two people could have made him suddenly abandon his plan to invite the young man Luo into the sect at any cost: the sect's two Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal sect masters, who almost never appeared. Qi Zhentian could think of no other possibility.
"Haah."
At the thought of losing such a genius, Qi Zhentian let out a long sigh.
Nearby, Liu Yiyi, Pan Zhengxiong, and the other two had been watching the pair intently. They breathed long sighs of relief as well.
Then, as if to avoid awkwardness, the four silently looked away, pretending they had seen nothing of what had just happened.
The little schemes in the minds of the two from the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect were practically written on their faces.
Though the four of them spent most of their time cultivating in their own sects, they had easily seen through something so obvious.
That was why they had paid no mind to the idea quietly taking shape within the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect. Pan Linfeng had even found it amusing.
They knew that, among the powers of the Northern Endless Sea, only the lofty North Sea Dragon Palace could rival what the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea had to offer.
No other power could produce both an unclaimed Dao-Merging Grounds and the position of sect master as stakes to bind Luo Yi firmly to the Nine Sons