Lü Qingyi paid no further attention to the chaos in the river of time. Likewise, she gave little further thought to Ying Huaixu's situation for the moment.
She had already used a drop of blood and a section of her own finger, together with chaos energy, to refine a bead that concealed heavenly secrets. Presumably, the power of the Heavenly Dao within Ying Huaixu would not be detected by this world.
With that settled, she could enter seclusion in peace.
Zhuang Mu naturally knew that Lü Qingyi had entered seclusion.
He could only sigh.
"Ah, there go my peaceful days again!"
In truth, Zhuang Mu had disliked Lü Qingyi's way of doing things at first.
He had even felt that he, the Sect Master, was nothing more than a figurehead.
But later, Zhuang Mu gradually realized that being a figurehead was good. Being a figurehead was wonderful.
Zhuang Mu could be considered the most comfortable Sect Master in history.
Lü Qingyi managed many of the sect's affairs, leaving him little work but plenty of authority.
Now that Lü Qingyi had entered seclusion, Zhuang Mu actually found it hard to adjust.
Sure enough, Lü Qingyi had barely entered seclusion before piles of written reports on sect affairs arrived from Sword-Questioning Peak.
Zhuang Mu had been working since yesterday without a wink of sleep.
Although Zhuang Mu was now an immortal too, dealing with such a jumble of internal sect affairs was truly a terrible headache.
Only now did Zhuang Mu realize how unqualified he was.
"No, how can the other Peak Lords be left out of this?"
And so, Zhuang Mu summoned the other Peak Lords as well, leaving them flustered as they reviewed and approved internal sect affairs.
Even Third Martial Uncle failed to escape.
According to Zhuang Mu,