Of course, he still had to be cautious. He would not entrust his safety entirely to others.
But there was no harm in asking outright for some benefits.
"..." The Yaoguang Holy Lord fell silent.
He gave Taiyi a long look and replied directly, "I am not a member of That Lineage, but I can try to secure it for you!"
He understood that the other party still had reservations.
This move was not merely a request for cultivation arts; it was also a probe into the attitude of the Ruthless One's Lineage.
Still, there was nothing wrong with being cautious. The people cultivating the Yaoguang Holy Son were not exactly well-behaved.
In particular, those people were far too powerful and acted without restraint.
Without rousing their "hidden reserves," they truly would not be easy to hold in check.
Even he, the Holy Lord, could not cow them.
Taiyi did not linger.
He quietly left the Yaoguang Stone Workshop and went straight to Miaoyu Nunnery.
The night was hazy, the moonlight like water.
Within a magnificent palace, music drifted melodiously as a graceful figure danced.
Her dark hair flew and her long skirt fluttered. Like a fairy descending from the nine heavens into the mortal world, she moved with peerless grace.
At the same time, she sent out streaks of divine light to play the guzheng from a distance.
The exquisite melody flowed like lofty mountains and running streams, its lingering notes curling around the rafters.
It made one linger, reluctant to leave.
Taiyi sat upright there, a wine cup raised in his hand and a smile on his face.
He admired the beautiful dancing of Miaoyu Nunnery's successor and listened to her zither playing, which approached the Dao and was every bit the equal of the Jade Lake