Nangong Yi nodded. Many doubts lingered in her heart, but she asked no further about the matter.
After a brief moment of thought, she continued, "But from the information gathered so far, even if Senior's true body has not yet perished, the situation is likely far from encouraging. Should we do something?"
"No need! Though I do not possess many memories of my true body, from the memories I do have, my true body is no easy opponent. Our strength is limited at present. The most important thing now is to continue running the Hundred Treasures Pavilion and gather more cultivation resources!"
The phantom continued speaking, directly rejecting Nangong Yi's suggestion.
As its words fell, the spiritual energy fluctuations on the scroll faded away, and the phantom turned into a stream of pure energy that returned to the scroll.
Looking at the scroll as it returned to stillness, Nangong Yi gave a slow, respectful bow. "Rest assured, Senior. This junior will certainly do everything in her power to run the Hundred Treasures Pavilion even better!"
Only then did she turn and walk out of the room.
Nangong Yi possessed both business acumen and decisive methods; she was more than capable of making many people serve her.
Over the several decades she had managed the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, she had had countless opportunities to bring it under her own control.
It was not as though no one around her had urged her to do so.
Yet from beginning to end, she had never entertained such a thought.
As the Hundred Treasures Pavilion continued to grow, she could already obtain cultivation resources far beyond what ordinary cultivators could earn through a lifetime of struggle.
Of course, that was only one reason. More importantly, she had never forgotten the person who had saved