Cai Li was in exceptionally high spirits, practically thumping his chest as he declared that he would help Celestial Xia. He was not speaking empty words, nor was he exaggerating—it came from the bottom of his heart.
Although Origin Xia's ultimate goal was to destroy Celestial Xia, putting in a few good words for the Celestial Xia delegation did not conflict with that.
In his eyes, all of Origin Xia belonged to the Thirty-Three Ways. As the direct heir of Eastern Origin Way and its future sect leader, he was naturally one of Origin Xia's rulers as well. My own things—I can give them to whoever I please. What was wrong with saying a few words? It was no great matter at all.
Was the little bit the delegation might gain from negotiations more important than his own enjoyment?
After he and Zhang Yu withdrew from that mass of golden liquid, he said, "True Master Zhang, I have enjoyed myself thoroughly today. When we both have time another day, let us discuss the Dao again."
Zhang Yu looked at him. Since this man regarded it as a sparring match, he could let him think so. If Cai Li truly did something beneficial to Celestial Xia, that would count as a good thing.
After thinking for a moment, Cai Li flicked his sleeve and tossed out a jade talisman. "If True Master Zhang wishes to find me, simply bring this object. No one will dare stop you." He gave Zhang Yu a salute, then turned and walked out.
Zhang Yu said to him, "True Master Cai, you have not taken your formation artifact with you."
Cai Li did not turn around. He merely waved a hand carelessly and said, "No need. Leave it to True Master Zhang. If you have no