The Elder of Chaos had already made his choice.
Beside him, Hongjun wore a smug expression.
"Heh, Gu Changqing."
"You thought someone like you could win Fellow Daoist Chaos over?!"
"Heh, you truly have no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs!"
He sneered without the slightest restraint.
All this time, the Profound Gate had suffered setback after setback at Gu Changqing's hands.
Today, in their contest to secure the Elder of Chaos's support, Hongjun had finally gotten his wish, allowing him to reclaim his long-lost "majesty as the Dao Ancestor."
How could he not feel proud and triumphant?!
In response, Gu Changqing merely gave a calm, drunken smile, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Heh, everyone has their own ambitions..."
His reply was slightly slurred.
Hearing this, Hongjun answered with undisguised mockery:
"Heh, your dignity has clearly been swept into the dust, yet you still pretend to be so composed."
"Such skill at putting on an act is quite rare indeed."
Hongjun's words were meant to strike at his heart.
Yet even so, Gu Changqing remained as unruffled as drifting clouds in a light breeze.
He seemed utterly unconcerned that the Elder of Chaos had turned to join Hongjun's side.
Seeing this, Hongjun lost interest.
Without another word, he turned and left with the Elder of Chaos, returning to Zixiao Palace in high spirits.
A long while after the two had vanished.
Whoosh!
An incomparably sharp, supreme aura shot toward him.
Immediately afterward, Tongtian manifested beside Gu Changqing.
"Disciple Changqing, what happened?!"
Tongtian asked with a grave expression.
Clearly, as a Sage, he had already sensed the unusual aura here.
However, he had arrived a step too late and had not witnessed any of what had happened.
Hearing his question, Gu Changqing remained bleary-eyed with drink,