Not long after Murong Ke left, Gao Lin came to see Liu Changxu.
However, since Liu Changxu and Gao Lin were not particularly close, they exchanged only a few pleasantries before Gao Lin took his leave.
After seeing Gao Lin off, Liu Changxu lay down on the soft, comfortable bed and sank into thought.
Ever since Wei Changqing had given him the cold shoulder, Liu Changxu had been pondering what the Purple Sun Immortal Sect intended by treating him this way. Was this Wei Changqing acting on his own, or was he following orders from above?
He had only recently arrived in the Immortal Realm. Aside from killing some experts of the Blood God Cult, he had formed no irreconcilable grudges with the local powers. That left only one explanation: either the Purple Sun Immortal Sect or Wei Changqing was wary of him. Yet the more he considered it, the more something seemed amiss.
After thinking for quite some time without finding an answer, Liu Changxu simply put the matter aside. Instead, he calmed his mind and began contemplating the laws of origin.
While Liu Changxu contemplated the laws, the Purple Sun Immortal Sect's Mahayana experts were gathered in a spacious Council Hall aboard the Flying Boat, discussing matters.
A powerfully built late-Mahayana stage expert clad in a black cultivator robe was patiently trying to persuade Wei Changqing:
"Senior Brother Wei, according to the intelligence I received, Liu Changxu is incredibly formidable. Even when two late-Mahayana stage experts from the Blood God Cult joined forces against him, he still defeated them. I think we should make a proper effort to win him over!"
"Junior Brother Li, surely the report you received was exaggerated! If he really possessed such ability, why would he willingly stay in some poor, remote backwater?"
Wei