Inside the Directorate of Celestial Observation's council hall.
Lu Wuzhen sat in the principal seat, frowning at a freshly delivered intelligence report.
Nangong Ye wore black-and-white Daoist robes. His beautiful phoenix eyes were solemn, making him seem like a lump of ice without feelings or desires, but inwardly he was thinking:
The detoxification method really worked. My body feels much better today. I might not even have an attack at noon...
A few more treatments should settle it, but detoxifying me means putting Huan through some hardship. How could I not give him something sweet in return...
The boy insists on flirting with me. What could I give him so I can accept it with a clear conscience...
Beside Nangong Ye sat Li Chimo, the master of Mysterious Fox Temple.
As one of the three leading figures of Great Qian's Daoist Sect, Li Chimo belonged to the same generation as the other two Daoists present.
But the Buddhist Sect had exposed the mistress he had kept for years, earning him a reputation for disgraceful conduct unbecoming his age.
Sitting before two fellow Daoists famous for their "untainted Dao hearts," Li Chimo could hardly hold his head up. He merely discussed official business with great care:
"Three Rivers Crossing lies right at the entrance to the Danluo Plains, where our Daoist Sect oversees demonic activity. Wei Wuyi has gathered tens of thousands of Jianghu figures there. If unrest breaks out, our Cinnabar Cauldron Sect will inevitably face criticism again. In my view, Wei Wuyi is putting pressure on us."
Lu Wuzhen naturally understood why Wei Wuyi was gathering a crowd to make trouble. He put down the report.
"He's calling it a gathering to make friends and exchange martial skills, and he's already notified the Imperial Court. We can hardly