The banquet at Tribulation Deliverance had gone on for a long while before the guests began to leave in twos and threes. Chu Mo personally escorted Zhi Yun outside the hall. They exchanged a smile, a hint of tacit understanding in their expressions.
"Senior Brother Sect Master, until we meet again." Zhi Yun cupped both hands in farewell, then turned and drifted away.
Chu Mo watched the departing figure, his gaze shifting slightly. Though they had not truly settled on an alliance, both already had thoughts and intentions of cooperating.
"Dragonkind..." he murmured.
Just then, Yichu approached from behind and stopped beside Chu Mo, saying quietly, "Senior Brother Sect Master, we really must handle the matter of Dragonkind cautiously. Though they have declined, their lingering might still carries weight."
He paused, then said hesitantly, "Dragonkind are rather like cockroaches that just won't die. They clearly have no patriarch-level Heavenly Venerable presiding over them, yet they still stand unshaken among the Three Sects. We absolutely cannot underestimate them."
Hearing this, Chu Mo glanced at him, then smiled. "I've never underestimated them, but I certainly won't fear them either. After all, don't we still have the sect behind us? At worst, we can have Upper Mound and Extinction Life hold them off."
"Well, that..." Yichu's brows lifted slightly. He was just about to advise Chu Mo not to place too much hope in others when Chu Mo's calm voice sounded again.
"As Sect Master, my authority is unlimited," he said evenly.
Yichu: "..."
That was not wrong. Whatever else might happen, even if Chu Mo brought down a calamity that surged to the heavens, the Dao Venerables would never allow him to die outside the sect and disgrace its majesty.
"Since you already have a plan, Sect Master, I can rest easy."