The council hall dispersed.
White Dust True Immortal and the others withdrew their divine senses with grim faces, remaining in their respective True Immortal residences, their expressions dark and overcast.
"Damn it! Who would have thought that that petty little thief from back then had now formed his Golden Core—and even latched onto the Profound Teaching's lackeys."
White Dust True Immortal could not help but curse aloud. "Had I known this earlier, I should have forcibly slaughtered the bastard that day, to set the record straight!"
But matters had already reached this point. No matter how much he dwelled on them, it would do no good.
Especially since Vast Sea Old Immortal had spoken, confining the four of them to their Immortal Prefectures for a hundred years. For now, he could not leave the city to seek trouble with Fang Shu.
Even within the city, if he wanted to trouble Fang Shu's friends and family, that old lion was still keeping watch.
If they truly came to blows, the many disciples under his command would instead be dragged into it.
After turning the matter over and over in his mind, White Dust True Immortal realized that, for the time being, he could only swallow his anger. Other than that, there truly seemed to be no better way to vent his frustration.
Deep in his heart, he even harbored a trace of terror he found difficult to speak of.
"That little thief formed his Golden Core in barely a hundred years. Though he formed it through that unorthodox path, it still proves that this boy possessed
some measure of potential—"
Just as worry weighed on him, White Dust True Immortal frowned. With a wave of his hand, he said coldly, "What business do you two fellow Daoists have here?"
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