Xuanming did not answer her, merely saying, "Fellow Daoist Yingnian, you need only attend to your own duties. As for everything else, I have my own plans."
"Sect Master, please stop pretending to be so unfathomable."
Yingnian rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "With your luck, hmph, you'd better watch out for a stumble over dragonkind. You might lose your own life before your grand plan comes to fruition."
Xuanming was not angered by her words. "There is no need for you to concern yourself with that, fellow Daoist. I know my limits."
With that, the mirror's radiance gradually dimmed and soon dissipated.
Yingnian remained standing quietly in place. Only once the connection had completely broken did her figure gradually blur, then flash into a young man in black robes.
"Dragonkind going mad really was connected to the Sect Master. But what exactly did he do to make those true dragons strike regardless of the cost, with even signs of Dao Integration Dragon Kings being involved?"
Chu Mo frowned slightly, feeling that Xuanming was hiding something. It could not be as simple as luring him out of the sect.
"Forget it. I'll set this aside for now."
He shook his head and suppressed his distracting thoughts. Though he could not see through Xuanming's intentions just yet, one thing was perfectly clear.
As long as he was strong enough, whatever schemes came his way, he could simply crush his way through.
He beckoned, and the composite thought spirit instantly appeared before him. This peak Spirit Transformation thought spirit possessed ample strength and multiple wondrous abilities, making it a rare, promising vessel. Time to refine it!
Without hesitation, Chu Mo immediately drew it into the Profound Banner. Nether radiance scattered over it, refining and nurturing its yin spirit.
Time quietly slipped by.