Wan Fa Guiyi Mai Siwei had once believed that he was merely hindered by the barrier of preconceptions, making him a little slow to accept the latest discoveries. He was not old—among Immortals, he did not even count as young, much less possess the mindset of an old man.
But now, he truly felt a little old.
At the very least... there was now a deep generational divide between him and the newest generation of the Immortal Alliance when it came to aesthetics.
Probably...?
"So, you idiots! Why didn't you put those things away? Huh? Why? You knew we'd sent out a distress signal, yet you set out all that misleading stuff!" Wang Qi sighed and complained at the Conquest Envoys for a while, then turned to Wan Fa Guiyi with an ingratiating smile. "So, you see, Senior Mai... we really were somewhat... sorry. I was planning to make a banner..."
Wan Fa Guiyi did not quite know how to respond, and could only ask, "Um... why did you build that kind of... rather... unsightly, uh, 'research equipment'?"
Wang Qi scratched his head. "Well... that's how Sky Spirit Ridge does things."
The masters of Sky Spirit Ridge refused to take the blame—besides, they were members of the Zhengyi Division, while Wang Qi's posting belonged to the Zhengtian Division. Low murmurs immediately rose from below.
"Ah, Fellow Wang, wasn't this made personally by you? From your own flesh and blood, too..."
"Come to think of it, as the decipherer of a certain geometric language, your mastery of the Transforming Method is actually above ours, isn't it?"
"Besides... wasn't it you who said, 'Don't dismantle the equipment,' and told them to keep running?"
"To save time."
Everyone here was a cultivator, so the voices drifted uncertainly, as though countless sources of sound