"Idiots, a bunch of idiots!"
"At a time like this, you're still thinking about those worthless scrap-metal treasures of yours!"
At these words, Qi Zhentian staggered, his lips turning pale and beads of cold sweat covering his forehead. The ceiling of the Guest Reception Hall seemed to spin above him, and he nearly fainted outright from rage.
It was over, over, all over.
The moment he thought of Yue Shiqun secretly slipping away and catching Young Friend Luo in the middle of mountain-gazing, with Dao Seed Cao guarding him, he knew the man would consider it conclusive proof that the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect was harboring a criminal wanted by Xuantian Tower.
Once he returned to Xuantian Tower and reported this to its master...
When that happened, even if every cultivator in the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect had nine heads, they probably would not have enough for Xuantian Tower to cut off.
The more he thought about it, the more dire the situation seemed.
He dared not hesitate. His gaze swept across the hall, threatening everyone present with his eyes not to speak carelessly.
"This matter is no longer ours to decide. I will inform the Sect Master immediately."
"Remain here and await orders. Before I return, no one is permitted to leave."
"Otherwise, death!"
Clearly, this was no longer a problem Dao Seed Cao could resolve. They had to ask the Sect Master to step in and take charge.
With that, Qi Zhentian rose and hurried out of the Guest Reception Hall.
At this point, he no longer dared hope Dao Seed Cao could protect Young Friend Luo, who was still mountain-gazing, from that enraged personal disciple of Xuantian Tower.
Instead, he hoped Cao would not recklessly involve himself, so they could distance the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect from Young Friend Luo