The Seven Great Dao Seed Holders

Chu Ming and the others returned to the resting area.

Thunder Splendor dropped down hard and let out a long breath. "That had me scared stiff just now. That Yan Lie looked like bad news from the first glance." Qingwei said softly, "Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Chu handled it well, and Sect Master Yuehua stepped forward to testify for you. Otherwise, those people likely would not have let you off so easily." Chu Ming shook his head. "Sect Master Yuehua did it for the sake of the Order-Setter Inheritance. I must remember this favor."

Venerable Lingfeng nodded. "Indeed. But Young Friend Chu's performance at the gathering today has also cleared his name. From now on, he will have more of a voice in the alliance."

Chu Ming nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly shifted.

A concealed voice transmission slipped into his ear like a thread:

"Beware Tianji. His deductions... sometimes see things that should not be seen, drawing unforeseen calamity."

The voice was old and weary, carrying a faint yet unmistakable note of warning.

The sender's aura was unfamiliar and weak. It vanished in a flash, making its source impossible to trace.

Chu Ming frowned slightly and looked around.

The crowd bustled as people dispersed in all directions; there was no way to tell who had sent the transmission.

"What is it?" Qingwei noticed something was off about him.

Chu Ming fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Nothing."

He looked toward Elder Tianji, who was conversing in low voices with Venerable Moonlight and Venerable Dragonbone atop a distant rock.

The gaunt old man still had his eyes half narrowed, as though he had never fully awakened.

Beware Tianji...

Chu Ming withdrew his gaze and firmly etched those four words into his heart.