Ji Qingtang told him the truth, though she did not understand what he meant by that.
Fortunately, her confusion did not last long.
Lu Yuan put away the three rings, raised his eyes to Ji Qingtang, and spoke in a calm voice that crashed like thunder from a clear sky:
"Ji Qingtang, if you dare move the Azure Mist Sect back to its old site and rebuild it, I can immediately visit your Azure Mist Sect for tea."
Ji Qingtang's heartbeat inexplicably quickened. "Then... what if I became a guest elder?"
"That would be possible too."
"...Really?"
"Really."
Lu Yuan remained composed as he casually tossed her a communication jade slip made by the Flood Dragon Race:
"Think it over before contacting me."
The instant his words fell, he lightly stepped forward, his figure turning into a fierce gale that shot into the sky and vanished from the mountains in a flash.
Only Ji Qingtang remained, her breathing growing ever more hurried.
This second-rate sect master, who had struggled her way through the Northern Netherworld Domain, stared in the direction he had vanished and suddenly felt as though she had returned to the days when she first entered a sect. The fork in life's road seemed to lie right before her.
She had wanted to catch up and say something regarding the Silver-Scaled Flood Dragon Clan, but when she recalled his breezy, indifferent manner as he left, then thought of the two Flood Dragon Race Attendants who had been instantly slain—
The words of persuasion reaching Ji Qingtang's lips changed shape.
"I understand."
Her voice trembled faintly. She first solemnly put away the communication jade slip, then cupped her hands toward the direction in which he had disappeared:
"Take care, Senior."
The Azure Mist Sect's affairs had merely been handled