"Fellow Daoist Chan, please remain calm," Feng Shu said with a smile. "These are merely this old man's guesses. But we would rather believe it exists than believe it does not!"
"Then according to Brother Feng, what should we do?" Chan Simiao seemed to have sensed the gravity behind this matter and unconsciously changed his form of address.
"Alas, when all is said and done, this matter is also this old man's fault. Had I not been overly confident... how would there be so much trouble?" Feng Shu said apologetically. "But since things have already come to this, this old man believes that less trouble is better than more!"
"What do you mean by that?" Chan Simiao seemed to understand something.
"That person is merely a brat at the Qi Cultivation stage. Even our lowest-ranking disciples would not deem him worthy of notice, so how could he attract the attention of the Immortal Alliance? We need only instruct that disciple from before, saying that he... is an attendant of the Deputy Alliance Leader or someone else, and have him leave on his own... would that not suffice? Could that disciple possibly... go confront the Deputy Alliance Leader? If we give him further instructions and say it is the Alliance Leader's verbal decree, then even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare spread it around!"
"Wonderful!" Chan Simiao clapped his hands in praise. "We shall do as Brother Feng says!"
"However... we should also give that little cultivator a few more instructions. He has lost all his memories now and knows nothing of importance, so he must not go spouting nonsense."
"That is easy. This old man had already considered it. Give him a little benefit—he is merely a Qi Cultivation brat, an existence no different from