Golden Light Temple, the Might of the Painting (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets, Please Vote with Monthly Tickets)

The mist atop the mountain grew thicker, shrinking the range of visibility considerably.

True Lord Xu Huai, clad in yellow robes, landed before the palace, with Prefecture Lord Wang beside him.

Both kept their eyes on the distance, watching that figure disappear into the vast white mist.

"This man should have some backing. Perhaps he can become a source of support for you in the future. This time, I've already secured his agreement to assist you," True Lord Xu Huai said after a long while.

"Thank you, martial uncle. This True Person Qianchen is indeed extremely mysterious." Prefecture Lord Wang repeatedly cupped his hands.

"No need to thank me. You played a part in this too. It's clear that this man isn't easily swayed by threats or inducements. He trusts you as well. Otherwise, he might have refused even at the cost of giving up the treasure!"

"Focus on your cultivation. The Great Yu Realm may soon descend into turmoil." True Lord Xu Huai's gaze grew grave as he spoke.

"Martial uncle, is that because an obscure little sect seized that sixth-stage ascending yang immortal ganoderma?"

"A little sect? Hardly. The Buddhist Golden Light Temple had a hand in it, as did other powers. I suspect some people are dissatisfied with how territory and resources have been divided."

"Moreover, the Penglai Demon Sect has been going further and further overboard. Nurturing their Dao with human lives, then seizing others' Dao to cultivate themselves—it violates the harmony of heaven far too deeply. Golden Light Temple will likely use this opportunity to establish itself in the Eastern Region. It may even already have more than one Spirit Transformation Divine Lord."

"Martial uncle, wouldn't that be better for the immortal sects and clans of our Central Region?" Prefecture Lord Wang could not help