Seeing Gu Changqing so calm and untroubled, Tongtian felt another surge of joy.
He had spent countless years with this disciple and knew his temperament better than anyone.
Since Gu Changqing had said, "No harm done," and once again worn that lazy expression of someone with nothing weighing on his mind, it meant he already had a plan.
"Disciple Changqing, have you found a way out of this predicament?"
Tongtian hurriedly pressed him, his voice brimming with anticipation he could not suppress.
Houtu and Nuwa also turned their gazes toward Gu Changqing, keen light flashing in all three Sages' eyes.
After all, the three of them had personally experienced the terror of the Taisu True Exposition.
The Elder of Chaos had barely crossed its threshold, yet he had single-handedly broken through the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array and neutralized the combined might of three Sages.
Such methods already lay beyond the understanding of ordinary Sages.
If they could not find a way to counter it, and the Elder of Chaos continued to improve, the Interception Sect and the Underworld would likely face danger ten thousand times greater than today's.
Yet.
Under the three Sages' expectant gazes, Gu Changqing slowly shook his head.
That shake made all three Sages' hearts lurch.
What did that mean?
There was no way?
Then where had that calm, untroubled look come from just now?
Tongtian's mouth twitched slightly. He was about to press for an answer when Gu Changqing tipped back his head, took another great swig of fine wine, and burped. Then a meaningful gleam appeared in his hazy, drunken eyes.
"Heh heh... hic..."
He drew out the last sound and, with the careless air of someone remarking on the pleasant weather, slowly uttered something that left all three Sages rooted to the spot:
"Only the