Cai Li left satisfied after his conversation with Zhang Yu.
He felt that Zhang Yu and the others were not unwilling to pledge themselves to Origin Xia; rather, they were uneasy about how Origin Xia would treat them after they came over. Yet that was precisely what showed there was still room for discussion.
This problem was actually easy to resolve. As he had said, if Zhang Yu was willing to come over, he was prepared to personally preside over a superior ritual for him.
Naturally, such benefits could only be granted to a select few. Not only did such a thing consume a great deal of precious materials, but only the sect heads, clan elders, or direct-line heirs of each world could preside over it. Apart from certain important figures who truly needed to be won over, no one else was worth his lowering himself for.
After returning to his own hall, he instructed his attendant, "Go invite Exalted True Person Fang here. Tell him I have a matter that needs handling." Having received the order, the attendant bowed and withdrew to deliver the summons.
At this moment, a flying vessel drifted through the void, gradually drawing close to a colossal docking platform as large as a star.
Daoist Xing stood in the somewhat cramped main cabin of the flying vessel, gazing ahead with a gloomy expression.
After their failed attempt to intercept Zhang Yu, their group should have withdrawn long ago. But Origin Xia's giant vessel had been destroyed, leaving them without a suitable transit array vessel.
Although most of them could cross the void with their own magical power, they could not possibly travel in such a manner. Origin Upper Hall was a place representing majesty and order. If they did so, they would become a laughingstock,