Next, the dozen or so Confucian cultivators all spoke at once, each guessing at the truth of the matter. Yet even if everyone had a truth on their lips, who could say which truth was the real one? As for Xiao Hua beside them, he had long since closed off his five senses and entered quiet cultivation, paying no heed whatsoever to their discussion. Ao Moyun would occasionally ask a question, while at other times she merely listened in silence. But now and then, anxiety flickered in her eyes, and she would even raise her head to look into the distance, as though waiting for something!
After the Confucian cultivators discussed matters for half a day without reaching any conclusion, Ao Xun and several others rose to take their leave. But Ao Moyun smiled faintly and said, "Could it be that you fellow immortals think I gathered everyone here... merely to discuss these matters?"
"Ah? Does Mister Moyun have something else in mind?" Ao Xun was startled and hurriedly asked.
Unfortunately, Ao Moyun only smiled without answering.
Then realization appeared on Ao Zhantian's face, and he said in a low voice, "Mister Moyun wishes to gather us together to prevent that murderer from picking us off one by one?"
Ao Moyun nodded slightly, a smile blooming across her beautiful face.
"But..." Ao Xun still hesitated and said quietly, "If that murderer truly intends to ambush and kill us, even if we gather together..."
A Confucian cultivator said somewhat impatiently, "We bear that murderer neither grievance nor grudge. Right now, we only fear being swept away as fish in a drying pond. If we gather together, that possibility will be much lower!"
"Indeed, indeed!" Another Confucian cultivator laughed. "I'm already completely muddled right now. Mister Moyun is still calm and has