Mu Xian watched everyone disperse from the palace, his gaze deep and shadowed.
His proposal had ultimately failed to win everyone's approval; the others were still dissatisfied. But that did not matter, so long as they did not intend to live and die with Myriad Spirits.
There will still be places where I need your help, fellow Daoists...
Mu Xian sighed inwardly. He had not actually intended to bring this up yet. Lately, however, he had kept feeling an ominous premonition that left him deeply uneasy, prompting what he had done today.
Could Fuli be about to make a move?
Something occurred to Mu Xian, stirring his thoughts. Ever since Tai Shao Wanyu entered Myriad Spirits, he has vanished without a trace. Could it be... because of him?
After leaving the Imperial Immortal Palace, Chu Qingxuan was heading back to his own palace when a voice suddenly rang out behind him, making him pause.
"Brother Qing Xuan, please wait." A man dressed in azure robes hurried to his side and cupped his hands in greeting.
At his words, Chu Qingxuan smiled. "Ah, Brother Chen Yun. What did you stop me for?"
The man's name was Chen Yun, and he had also been one of the original Eight Regents. He usually preferred to keep to himself and rarely socialized. And Chu Mo's original
choice for his next "insider" had been either him or Gao Cheng.
"There is indeed something I wish to discuss."
Chen Yun forced a faint smile onto his face and asked, "Do you think what Mu Xian said earlier is feasible?"
"What are you..." Chu Mo asked in confusion.
"Actually, I think Brother Mu Xian's words do make some sense." Chen Yun turned to look beyond the heavens. "Before the Heavenly Venerable left, he left behind the Dao