He Xixiang was very displeased now.
Even her gaze as she looked at Zhuang Mu held questions and the urge to stab someone.
Zhuang Mu had no choice, either.
Now that he had finally finished handling the sect's affairs, he could not resist brewing himself a cup of tea.
Zhuang Mu finally understood why Lü Qingyi liked drinking tea.
It was all because she was fucking exhausted.
After taking a sip of tea, Zhuang Mu could only explain to He Xixiang.
"Leave Ying Huaixu alone for now. These days, everyone at his cultivation level has to call him big brother when they see him."
"Besides, the other sects already know what kind of talent Ying Huaixu and Ye Ningshuang possess. They also know that our Divine Firmament Sword Sect will place enormous importance on those two."
"If they want to go after Ying Huaixu, they first have to go after our Divine Firmament Sword Sect. Only by holding back the rest of our sect can they strike at those two more effectively."
"So your task now is to stay here and guard the Divine Firmament Sword Sect. As long as you're here, the others will have to think carefully about whether to move against us."
He Xixiang was unhappy.
Zhuang Mu was helpless, too.
"You need to understand something. Right now, you're the only Old Ancestor-level figure in our Divine Firmament Sword Sect, but several Old Ancestors are targeting us. If even one of them slips past you, it'll spell utter disaster for our sect!"
"Unless we forcibly wake Lü Qingyi from her secluded cultivation. But if we do, her future path will be completely ruined."
"That's also what the other sects want to see."
"And once something goes badly wrong with our Divine Firmament Sword Sect, Ying Huaixu and