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Watching Ming Lingchuan's retreating figure, he quietly clenched his fists.

This was not only the Sect Leader's trust in him; it was also a gamble that would decide whether the Divine Firmament Dao Sect flourished or fell.

If the East Sea plan succeeded, Li Yunjing would be its greatest contributor, shielding the sect from the threat coming from the East Sea.

If it failed, his prestige would plummet, even if he eventually became Sect Leader.

It would be a stain on his record, something others would criticize him for.

For the sect and for himself, Li Yunjing could not afford to fail!

The difficulty of this war was no less than that of the Ghost Moon Kingdom front.

After leaving the Divine Firmament Main Hall, Li Yunjing planned to go to the Guest Reception Building and take Wen Bin and Liao Wanqing to Donghua Pavilion for a meal. After all, he ought to play host.

As for his wedding, the sect would naturally handle it. There were still three months to go, so there was no need to rush.

Li Yunjing raised a hand and summoned a cloud, speeding toward the Guest Reception Building as he considered how to give Wen Bin and Liao Wanqing a glimpse of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect's foundations.

There were some things he couldn't let Wen Bin and Liao Wanqing see. But what could he show them that would give them confidence in relying on the Divine Firmament Dao Sect?

After all, the Heavenly Net Dao Sect had thrown its weight around in the East Sea for years, scaring the wits out of every power there.

In front of the Guest Reception Building, Wen Bin gazed up at the cranes circling beneath the eaves. Each one had been carved from thousand-year-old frost jade, and