Fangye Zhao handed the weapon in her hand to Nabulapu. Then Nabulapu once again entered the depths of the restricted zone.
Qingpusi said, "What happened before may not be as simple as we imagined... Act according to circumstances. We must act according to circumstances!"
Qingpusi's abnormal attitude frightened Fangye Zhao somewhat. She felt that Qingpusi seemed to be having second thoughts.
But the tattoo affair had made far too great a stir this time, and it was hard to guarantee that no loose ends had been left behind. Besides, opportunities like this came only once in an era. As time passed, Qingchao Zong would inevitably grow stronger—he had not yet reached his limit, but the other experts of the Hills had already reached the peak of their potential. Taking another step forward would be harder than scaling the heavens.
For the Hills, Qingchao Zong had to die.
So...
"Chief Instructor, since the matter was decided by several lords before, there should be no reason to change it. This subordinate is lowly and her words carry little weight, so I dare not say much. But even if it can pass on your end, Chief Instructor, it will not pass with the others, will it?"
As she spoke, her eyestalk pointed faintly toward the depths of the forbidden ground.
—Mm, I understand. Even if we stop now, we will still have offended Lord Qingchao Zong to the bitter end...
—But...
Qingpusi neither spoke nor moved. Fangye Zhao took it as tacit agreement and said, "Since the Chief Instructor has no further instructions, I shall take my leave first."
With that, Fangye Zhao hurried away. The immortal power permeating this planet severely interfered with spiritual perception, and even High-level Cultivators could not sense lower-level cultivators with absolute precision. This was Qingchao Zong's territory,