Marquis Feng Changxin, a Master Descends from Heaven

Su Che and Xiong Shou had already submitted quite a few memorials of this sort, but there had never been any response from the Court.

Su Che guessed that the Court knew its own limits. Given its current strength, it simply was not qualified to meddle in the struggle over the Ancient Netherworld.

It might even drain the Court's vitality.

The reasoning was simple. How many Reverted Elixirs did Great Liang have to throw into the Ancient Netherworld for those headless flies pouring in from the Eastern Sea to consume? Would it not be better to send that fighting strength north to contend with Yuwen Rui?

From that perspective, no reply was itself a reply.

Naturally, Jade Sun Mountain understood this reasoning as well.

Yet Jade Sun Mountain still persisted. Su Che felt that perhaps these people beyond the secular world also needed the banner of righteousness, so that many matters would be easier to handle.

With the Great Liang Court's endorsement, even if Jade Sun Mountain kneaded the Ancient Netherworld flat and round, no one could say they were forcibly swallowing it all for themselves.

Of course, those who should curse would curse all the same.

"The Ancient Netherworld is of tremendous importance. Forgive me for saying something Fairy Xue may not like to hear, but if Jade Sun Mountain becomes entangled in this, it may not be a good thing for your sect either."

Su Che set his teacup aside and looked at Fairy Xue before him.

No ripples stirred on Xue Baizhi's face.

"If our Jade Sun Mountain does not handle such matters, then leaving them to others will lead to far more than mere ripples."

With a grave expression, Xue Baizhi asked Su Che, "Young Master Su, do you remember the matter of the Yin-Yang Realm