Do What One Can

"The mountain has sent word."

Flowing Light suddenly swept into the courtyard, interrupting Shen Yi's thoughts.

Ye Lan landed steadily, anxiety coloring her face. "News has come from the Northern Continent. They want to gather several masters of the immortal sects to discuss an important matter. The peak masters believe it is too serious for them to muddle through on their own, and they ask that you return as soon as possible."

Before she had finished speaking, Monk Zhi Kong's expression changed drastically.

Though he was merely a minor practitioner within the Bodhi Sect, he knew that the Northern Continent was where the Three Purities Sect Master expounded the Dharma. It could be said that it was the main refuge and cultivation ground for the people of the Three Immortals Sect.

Now that the Three Immortals Sect had turned its gaze upon the Southern Continent, they would inevitably notice Patriarch Divine Void's death.

At that thought, he instinctively glanced to the side.

Monk Zhi Kong had seen plenty of people who could cause trouble, but someone who had offended the Bodhi Sect, the Three Immortals Sect, and that pack of demons all at once—and every single matter was life-threatening, with them all happening to collide together like this—

Even a person with the firmest resolve would likely think it easier to slit his own throat and be done with it.

Yet Shen Yi merely listened quietly, then fell into thought. There was no great panic on his face.

Neither dared to interrupt him. They could only marvel inwardly that the restrained young man from back then had grown ever more unflappable. His bearing had even surpassed those Southern Suppression Generals who had held high office for many years.

"I understand." Shen Yi slowly rose to his feet.

"Are we heading