Stillness.
Inside the main tent of the Heavenly Soldier Camp, Wei Shenmo sat upright in the seat of honor, his gaze shifting from side to side. Even the circulation of his immortal power had slowed to the utmost, for fear of making a sound and breaking the present quiet.
Outside the main tent, several heavenly generals pretending to pass by were secretly observing the situation here.
The Chan Teaching group and the Jie Teaching group sat facing each other. Daoist Duobao naturally headed the gathering at present, while the seat directly opposite him was empty. Guang Chengzi was presumably galloping over on his "horse."
Of course, the Primordial Wilderness did not practice the reverse divine art of turning clouds into horses.
Li Changshou had moved over a meditation cushion and sat in the middle of the tent, bearing pressure that someone his age should never have had to bear.
If those simpletons from Bear Stockade had not caused trouble at the very beginning by establishing some Sea God Cult...
If he had not firmly clung to the Great Mage's thigh back then...
He should now have been a slightly stronger Golden Immortal, living carefree days on Lesser Qiong Peak. The only things he would need to consider would be how to disguise himself, tease some Heng'e, tend flowers, plant trees, refine Ambition Pills, and brew Poison Dragon Wine.
How could it be like now, sitting between the two greatest Immortal Dao Forces of the Three Realms, pondering how to balance the two Teachings and keep everyone from fighting as much as possible?
Those two millstone-like auras were slowly grinding against his sturdy body...
Then he thought of just now, when Qiongxiao had naturally pulled him down to sit beside her after he chose a spot between the two Teachings. It