Huanhai's gift of Jianmu felt rather abrupt. A moment ago, he had nearly been ready to fight Xuanyuan Buqi to the death.
Yet all the True Venerables present understood this mindset. This was a true entrustment!
Jianmu was certainly precious, but Huanhai was old. Finding a trustworthy successor for such a treasure was only proper.
No matter what faction it was, whether a clan or a sect, passing down the flame was immensely important.
Once the wrong person was entrusted with it, at best resources would be wasted; at worst, the inheritance would be cut off. One had to be exceedingly cautious.
Given the talent and potential Yi Jue had displayed, if good things were not left to her, who else could they be entrusted to?
Yi Jue understood the reasoning as well—indeed, this was not the first or second time she had encountered such a situation.
Still, Huanhai's goodwill left her somewhat dazed. "Senior, I cannot accept this treasure..."
"No need to refuse." Huanhai waved a hand and calmly cut her off.
"If you will not even grant me this much face, are you... suspecting that I still intend to obstruct the unification of the two paths?"
With matters put that way, she had no choice but to accept it. The situation was clearly nearing a resolution; could she really make things worse again?
But this thing was truly scalding to hold, and Yi Jue did not like owing favors.
So she decided, "Then before I erase him, Senior, you may speak with him for a while."
As she spoke, she eased the sealing measures slightly. "Old thief Yuan Zhe, give your last words."
Within the seal, Yuan Zhe's Six Consciousnesses had been locked down. He had no idea what was happening outside.
The instant he was able to