"Bai Ziye pays his respects to the Dharma King!"
Inside the meditation chamber.
The White Bone Dharma King sat cross-legged upon a lotus dais, with Steel Strength Dudzi standing beside him.
Bai Ziye still looked like the youth he had been back then. He wore a snow-white fox-fur robe, its surface shimmering with clear light. His frame was thin and frail, as though a gust of wind could topple him.
The peculiar physical traits and divine anomalies unique to a Purple Mansion True Person had all been concealed by his secret art. At the very least, Dao Foundation cultivators could never see through them.
Now, cultivators throughout Xituo Commandery believed that Bai Ziye, the White Clan's steward, was merely at Late Dao Foundation. They did not know that he had long become a Purple Mansion True Person with Divine Abilities!
Of course, this former Bai Mu had paid no small price for it.
No one could count how much dirty work he had secretly done for the Deathless Temple—
"Mm. In this eastern and southern campaign—you will provide support from the middle."
The White Bone Dharma King spoke indifferently. "Remember, remember. Delay whenever you can—best if you can drag it out for ten years! For cultivators, that is nothing unusual—"
It seemed the White Bone Way wished to wait for Grand Yellow Heaven to open?
Bai Ziye's heart stirred. He bowed again. "Ziye understands—"
After Bai Ziye left, Fang Qing spoke. "I will continue my secluded cultivation in the secret grounds. I'll have to trouble the Dharma King with holding down the Deathless Temple."
As the two greatest combat forces of the White Bone Way, neither of them planned to head to the front lines. Their intention to slack off could not have been more obvious.
"Good!"
Sangji pressed his