So that was it... Lu Chen's heart leaped with joy. This was an unexpected piece of good news.
Even the Plague Lord was like this; the other immortals were probably no different.
"Besides, if the immortals of the Heavenly Court could truly inspect the mortal world at every moment, do you think your human realm would still have so much filth and miasma? The immortals would have cleaned it up long ago."
"Yes, Master's instruction is correct."
Lu Chen drew a deep breath. "To be honest with you, Master, it is true that I have founded a sect, but for now I am only managing it in secret and do not dare make too much noise. After all, you should know the rules for founding a sect in the mortal world."
The Plague Lord neither confirmed nor denied it. "Then whom does this sect's patriarchal altar worship? This Lord?"
"No. For the great undertaking of talismans, this disciple established a patriarch out of thin air. That will make things easier in the future. Otherwise, if I encounter some immortal who does not get along with Master, it may prove inconvenient."
As he spoke, Lu Chen abruptly rose and gave a deep bow. "This disciple acted rashly this time. I beg Master's forgiveness!"
The Plague Lord's expression shifted slightly before he finally sighed. "Fine. If you do not establish This Lord as its patriarch, then so be it. Otherwise, it will become another Rakshasa Cult."
"Master is wise!" Only then did Lu Chen let out a breath of relief. "Then, Master... have you agreed?"
"Wait—"
The Plague Lord suddenly changed the subject. "If this method succeeds and the incense offerings flourish, will you also wish to use this method to make such deals with other immortals in the future?"
Lu Chen