Once everything had been settled.
Fang Shu followed the Green Lion back to where the True Immortal residences stood, leaving only ripples of aftermath surging through the vast Vast Sea Immortal City.
On the island.
The Azure Lion Immortal sat cross-legged before a pond and casually pointed beside him.
"You have come here more than once already. Sit."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle, for the seat." Fang Shu did not stand on ceremony. Facing the other man, he paid his respects, then sat cross-legged atop a bluish stone.
The Azure Lion Immortal nodded at Fang Shu.
"Not bad, not bad. This old man had anticipated that you would certainly raise a ruckus in the Prefecture.
"But I had not expected the commotion you could stir up to be so great. Fu Qing, White Dust, and even the Iron Clan and Ming Family—you pulled four True Immortal factions into this in one breath."
Hearing this, Fang Shu thought the other man was reprimanding him for going too far.
He hurriedly rose to apologize.
But the Azure Lion Immortal gave a light wave of his hand, pressing Fang Shu back onto the bluish stone through the air, and continued:
"Do not worry. Times are different now. You are only half a step from Golden Core; making a scene today was the right thing to do." A cold smile appeared on his face. "Otherwise, if you did not bare your claws and fangs, who knew how those people in the Prefecture might hinder your Golden Core formation in the future? By making trouble today, you have conveniently exposed the few True Immortals who stand against you, letting both the inside and outside of the Prefecture know of them.
"That is always better than letting these fellows lurk in the shadows, ready to strike you