The doors of Heavenly Derivation Hall opened again three days later.
Lü Xuan stood at the entrance to the Main Hall, leading the others with a gentle smile, nodding lightly as he paid his respects and bade farewell to the Tribulation Transcendence Cultivators from the various sects.
Every meeting naturally had dissenting voices, but in the end, they would reach a compromise everyone could accept.
After all, none of those who could attend at present had come to cause trouble.
This meeting had only established agreement on the broad direction. Many finer details could not be settled on the spot, and would have to wait until they truly worked together before they could be decided.
Still, the result was at least reasonably satisfactory.
After bidding farewell to Lü Xuan, the Cloud Dream Pavilion party also prepared to return to Cloud Dream Pavilion.
As they left Heavenly Derivation Peak, Zheng Zhaoling still turned her gaze toward Cui Hao beside her:
"I thought you'd ask me to wait."
Cui Hao asked in return, "Wait for what?"
"For you, of course. Aren't you always telling me how well your master treats you and how much you admire him?" Zheng Zhaoling slowed slightly. "There's no rushing major affairs anyway. If you want to talk to your master for a while, we can wait for you."
Cui Hao's expression was calm, his tone indifferent. "No need. A cherished disciple like me always waits until his master misses him unbearably and comes looking for him."
Zheng Zhaoling hesitated. "Are you sure?"
Cui Hao nodded confidently. "Of course. Didn't you see how lovingly Master looked at me?"
Zheng Zhaoling began examining Cui Hao's head very carefully.
Her scrutiny made Cui Hao a little uncomfortable, and he looked at Zheng Zhaoling disdainfully:
"I know I'm handsome and dashing,