Metal Thunder Sect, Main Hall.
The young cultivator seated upon the throne raised a brow and looked at his former master, teasingly saying, "Then in the Great Elder's view, how should I respond?"
Hearing this, the little old man fell silent for a while. Then he carefully glanced at the young Ancestor on the throne and timidly whispered, "How about we run?"
"Run?"
The young Ancestor on the throne looked at the little old man in astonishment.
"Who would've thought that you, a little old man who usually looks so proper and serious, would harbor such a shameless idea?"
"In the end, this True Lord misjudged you."
"No!" The little old man's neck reddened as he said, "What I mean is, Ancestor, you should stay outside for a while!
This True Person will guard the sect. I refuse to believe the Immortal Alliance envoy can wait forever. As long as we neither refuse nor make any promises, they won't be able to blame our sect afterward."
"Besides, with the Ancestor absent from the sect, the Immortal Alliance envoy will find it difficult to make things hard for us."
"If the Immortal Alliance envoy insists on making trouble for our sect, then at worst this old life of mine can be used to apologize to them!"
"But one thing is certain: Ancestor, you must not show yourself, much less agree to go to the Forbidden Sea."
"Haha..."
The young Ancestor laughed and said, "Old man, how did this True Lord never notice that you had such an adorable side?"
"And do you really think the Immortal Alliance has no countermeasure for such a little trick of yours?"
"You should think about it. There are tens of thousands of major sects inland, their interests tangled together like roots and vines.
Therefore, the