Hanhai Venerable Lord could not help but sigh. The influence of this Dao Debate was simply too great—even Martial Uncle Qing Yao had appeared.
Even though he himself was a Venerable Lord of the Mysterious Water Sect, without this Dao Debate, he would never have imagined that Martial Uncle Qing Yao was still alive and hiding in Heavenly Zither.
That was why major powers could not be provoked lightly. You might think they had no great experts left and decide to offend them, only for one to suddenly jump out. Even they themselves might be shocked—Our family still has an old ancestor like this?
But since this concerned Feng Jun, that famously difficult person, he had no choice but to be cautious. "Martial Uncle, I cannot make the decision regarding the Dao Debate. The rules have already been set: each faction may only have one Venerable Lord or cultivator above the Venerable Lord realm."
Qing Yao Venerable Lord frowned slightly and said with a trace of displeasure, "The Dao Debate is being held on Mysterious Water Sect territory, isn't it? I heard you have always acted decisively. Yet you cannot even make decisions within your own sect's domain?"
"Martial Uncle, please do not put it that way," Hanhai Venerable Lord hurriedly stopped her, sounding somewhat nervous. "Quite a few Venerable Lords are considering persuading Feng Mountain Lord to move out of the Icefield... You heard about that Ghost Immortal from Grand Void some time ago, right? The Icefield still belongs to Grand Void."
"So he truly is that overbearing, a mere Golden Core cultivator," Qing Yao muttered softly. The Baleful Energy in her eyes vanished, replaced by a thoughtful look. "But I am not asking to join the Dao Debate. Could I not even listen in?"
After pausing, she asked