Just as Haotian went to Hongjun to weep his grievances, Wukong had already returned to the Changbai Mountain Range.
Cloud vapors lingered among the mountains, and the spiritual aura was clear and pure.
On Jinping Peak, a Bamboo Pavilion stood against the wind.
Inside the pavilion, Ling Yan and Yaochi sat facing one another.
Some days earlier, Ling Yan had returned from her travels, just as Yaochi arrived as promised and presented Immortal Peaches.
The two people first went to pay their respects to Bei Ming, then came to the summit of Jinping Peak to converse and discuss the Dao.
At this moment, the Dao Rhyme had only just faded, and lingering spiritual light remained within the pavilion.
Unlike Haotian, who clung stubbornly to power and resentment, Yaochi possessed more of the composure that came from letting go.
"I heard senior brother has already gone to Hundun to ask master for help."
As she spoke, she raised her eyes toward Ling Yan.
"If he receives a response, I fear it may stir up quite a bit of trouble."
"There will not be much trouble."
Ling Yan appeared quite relaxed. "Unless Grandmaster personally intervenes to punish them.
Otherwise, even if Fellow Daoist Haotian enjoys a brief moment of triumph, the price he pays will likely be even greater."
Yaochi revealed a troubled expression.
Naturally, she understood that Hongjun could not possibly attack Saints merely out of personal affection for Haotian.
In the end, the Saint sects were all branches of the Mystic Gate.
Hongjun was the leader of the Mystic Gate.
If he personally suppressed the Saint sects, it would be no different from cutting off his own wings.
Thinking of this, Yaochi sighed softly.
"Sigh..."
"Fellow Daoist sees things clearly. Unfortunately, Senior brother cannot."
Yaochi paused briefly, then seemed to