Facing the old woman's hesitation, Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.
A trace of scrutiny showed in her pitch-black eyes.
"Just say whatever it is."
At her words.
The old woman sighed, pulling a helpless, bitter smile across her shriveled face. "Actually, this may not be a bad thing... If the Star Palace truly falls into Xuanyang's hands, then if you wish to stand on equal footing with the Dao lineages in the future, relying only on stubbornly fighting it out in this world... would undoubtedly be a dead end."
"Most Dao-Integration Materials now already have owners."
"If you seize one or two, with your abilities, you might still be able to handle it."
"But if you seize too many, those old monsters controlling Dao-Integration Materials aren't fools. Sooner or later, they'll set aside their differences and join forces to kill you, this anomaly, first."
The old woman stared fixedly at the black-clad girl before her.
"Moreover, the talent you've displayed is simply too shocking. Reaching the Chess-Player Realm in just over ten days—such cultivation speed has long made those Chief Seats who fancy themselves above all others tremble in fear."
"Xuanyang is deep and calculating. He would never stand by and watch someone entirely beyond his control grow without restraint in this world."
The old woman's tone gradually softened, carrying a hint of earnest persuasion.
"This old woman knows that you are extraordinarily powerful, far beyond ordinary cultivators of the same realm. But no matter how strong you are, do you truly intend to fight every Dao lineage of the Eastern Territory's Twenty-Five Lineages alone?"
"Go to Cloud Dream Haven. Only there will your talent not be buried... There are truly Supreme Great Daos there. Why not choose a safer road to immortality?"
The old woman remained hunched over as