Farewell

The earthshaking upheaval of the Seven Saints attacking the city had long since spread through Great Yan's ruling class.

The imperial court had plotted the downfall of the Northern Border sects, and the sects had immediately destroyed Western Pacification Prefecture City in the Western Desert. Though the court still appeared calm and peaceful on the surface, beneath it, monstrous undercurrents were already surging.

The thin sheet of paper separating Great Yan's imperial court from Great Yan's sects had been thoroughly soaked through by the blood of the Northern Border sects and Western Pacification Prefecture City.

Many powerful figures who received the news fled the Imperial Capital to avoid disaster, but even more came swarming in like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.

All threads converged upon the heart of Great Yan.

Ran Qingmo, having broken through to Origin Beginning, was strong—but not strong enough.

An ordinary Origin Beginning cultivator could already protect themselves in Di'an City, and might even seek an opportunity to rise further amid these turbulent currents.

But Ran Qingmo could not, simply because she was the Sect Alliance Leader's disciple.

Even setting aside the political implications of traveling with Xu Yuan, Ran Qingmo still had to leave.

Once Ran Qingmo went to Di'an City, her position would become that of Li Junwu in the battle for Western Pacification Prefecture City.

Just as some wanted Xu Yuan dead, others would also want Ran Qingmo dead.

Ran Qingmo had to leave.

The three left the side hall in silence. As they strolled through the sky garden while waiting for Ran Qingmo, the old Celestial Master, who had originally been walking alongside them, suddenly sped up and widened the distance between himself and the two juniors.

Xu Yuan found this rather strange.

The old man had been so