Lao Zhuang and the others were dumbstruck when they saw how relaxed Third Martial Uncle was.
Wait, why?
Afterward, they went to ask Third Martial Uncle.
Naturally, Third Martial Uncle held nothing back.
He told them everything: how he had done it and who had taught him.
After hearing him out, everyone fell silent.
They were wondering why they had never thought of such a simple solution before.
This was really infuriating.
What infuriated them most was that they had waited so long without going back, while Third Martial Uncle had been living so comfortably at the sect!
No, they had to go back.
But someone had to guard the rift.
In the end, they decided to have Meng Wuya come guard it.
Meng Wuya: "..."
These bastards had refused to let me leave back then just so I could manage the sect.
Now that they've found a way to deal with the sect's affairs quickly, they want me to do hard labor again?
Meng Wuya flatly refused to go.
Zhuang Mu was at a bit of a loss.
"But someone has to guard this place."
Just then, someone unexpected appeared.
Old Ten!
Old Ten had now reached Return to True.
In the end, she had failed to suppress the restoration of her cultivation and returned to the Return to True Realm.
"I'll do it."
Old Ten's expression was calm.
But she was suffused with bloody energy.
One look was enough to tell that she had just returned from killing someone somewhere.
Yet Zhuang Mu did not quite trust Old Ten.
After all, she was the only one who had ever gotten the better of even Lü Qingyi, and after so many years, who knew whether Old Ten was still as full of schemes as before?
Old Ten looked at