"Fellow Daoist Su, what should we do next?"
As soon as the middle-aged female cultivator left, Mu Yingluo swiftly set up a simple formation around their residence, then quickly turned to Su Shi'er with her question.
Su Shi'er blurted out, "Keep a low profile, stay sharp, and act only after planning!"
Mu Yingluo's lovely brows furrowed slightly as she continued, "Hm? The Sacred Spirit Cult has only just established its momentum, and this is precisely when things are most chaotic. If we do not act now, then later... I fear the opportunities will only grow fewer and fewer."
Su Shi'er nodded and smiled as he explained, "That is true enough, but we infiltrated using the identities of Qi Refining Stage cultivators. Our room to maneuver is limited to begin with. That is the first point."
"Though the Sacred Spirit Cult appears chaotic right now, that is precisely when their vigilance is at its highest. At the slightest rustle of wind or sway of grass, they will surely respond with thunderous force. That is the second point."
"Rather than that, we might as well lie low in this Medicinal Pill Hall for now. In a few years, once everything has settled and the winds and waves have calmed, we can act then. It will draw far less attention."
Mu Yingluo pondered briefly before hurriedly saying, "Fellow Daoist Su's view is indeed a viable approach. But how long are we meant to remain hidden? Every extra day we waste here means countless more living beings outside perish in the darkness."
Thinking of the situation outside, Mu Yingluo's expression visibly turned grave.
"Su is equally pained by the situation outside. But the more so it is, the less we can afford to let down our guard."
"As for how long we should lie