A flicker of suspicion crossed Chang Le's lovely eyes. She stared at Chu Mo for a while, as though weighing the truth of his words. At length, her face blossomed into a smile.
"Now that's my good junior brother. In that case, I'll take my leave."
She turned and walked out. Upon reaching the hall doors, she suddenly stopped, looked back at Chu Mo, and smiled.
"Don't forget what you said, junior brother. If you block my path again, even with the Primordial Beginning Dao Lord behind you, I'll still demand an accounting."
Though her voice sounded soft and seductive, her words brimmed with killing intent.
"Rest assured, senior sister. I won't stand in your way," Chu Mo said evenly.
Chang Le nodded with a smile, then turned and disappeared beyond the hall doors.
Silence returned to the hall.
Chu Mo stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction Chang Le had left, his eyes fathomless. The karmic entanglement between them had deepened, and her fate had wavered a little more.
Obstruct her Dao? Of course I won't obstruct [Chang Le]'s Dao.
Xuan Cheng was most likely finished. Chang Le's attainments in the Dream Dao surpassed his; Xuan Cheng was already a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be butchered.
In other words, authority over dreams was highly likely to fall into the hands of the Immortal Garden Lineage. Chu Mo returned to the seat of honor and closed his eyes in thought, ideas racing through his mind.
The Sect Master had the support of both the Upper Mound and Extinction Life lineages, and his influence was deeply rooted. Even if Chu Mo escaped this calamity and successfully reached Spirit Transformation, he might not be able to live peacefully afterward.
Since those people