Yan Shanjun pondered, his gaze falling on Wu Ling.
If the two sides can cooperate, that would be a good thing.
Wu Ling looked over with his empty eye sockets and remained silent for a moment.
"I don't remember who attacked me back then, and I only guess that my father failed to ascend to immortality."
It's still just speculation.
Wutong Mountain is cautious in its actions, so it can only continue to investigate Zewu's whereabouts.
If he dares to show himself again, then he'll probably still have a chance to defend himself.
If he truly gives up on defending himself, then we can take this opportunity to thoroughly investigate Wutong Mountain together with all the other forces.
Sometimes, the strength of one force can never compare to the power of unity.
"But the sect leader's words today still put Wutong Mountain on a high pedestal. If the other side is prepared perfectly, how will the sect leader and Wenjian Sect deal with themselves?"
Song Tingwan chuckled softly, feeling that Yan Shanjun still had something to rely on.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have found any important evidence on his own, and would have just listened to her and placed all his and the reputation of the Sword Inquiry Sect on her shoulders.
Lord Yan is not a fool.
Yan Shanjun glanced sideways, surprised by her keen insight.
Cough cough.
Under the accusing gazes of a group of juniors and disciples, Yan Shanjun clenched his fist and coughed lightly.
"There are some things that are not suitable to tell you yet, but if you want to do them, then do them. I dare not speak for other forces, but the Sword Inquiry Sect will be behind you."
This time, Lord Yan made a solemn promise.
That private conversation was something they couldn't tell even the sisters at the center of their conversation.
Once they left the secret room, no one mentioned that private conversation again.
Yan Shanjun's gaze darkened impassively, concealing a complex expression.
Song Tingwan paused, and everyone turned to look at him.
The implication in those words…
The trust placed in them was excessive.
In particular, when Yan Shanjun looked at Song Siyao and Song Tingwan, even though he was restraining himself, his gaze still carried a great deal of respect.
The two sisters exchanged a glance without saying a word, having guessed what was going on but not pressing for details.
"I believe that after today, Wutong Mountain will be investigated by various forces. I reckon you won't just sit idly by. If you want to investigate on your own, be careful. Inside Wutong Mountain... it's best not to go in unless you are absolutely certain."
Lord Yan gave instructions.
Originally, they were wary of Venerable Chunwu's strange fire and the unknown number of high-level ghost cultivators.
However, Zewu is connected to Baiwu.
That strange power...
Yan Shanjun wanted them to stay away from Wutong Mountain.
If fate intervenes.
We're probably going to fall into a trap.
But then I thought about it again.
Fate is hard to defy; we all have to go through that ordeal eventually.
Even if you try to stop it, there will be other ways to pull it into its destiny.
We can't just shelter those two sisters like cubs and not let them go anywhere.
Yan Shanjun looked expectantly at his disciple beside him, remaining calm and composed despite his rising fame.
A century of growth has given her the strength to resist fate, so we look forward to her spreading her wings and soaring high.
Why not let them give it a try?
His eyes were full of profound meaning.
After a moment's thought, Song Tingwan nodded in agreement.
"We will, thank you for informing us, Sect Master."
A group of people arrived suddenly and left quickly.
Looking at their backs, which were of different heights and shapes, Yan Shanjun felt a sense of satisfaction on his usually stern face.
The youthful spirit always reminds one of their own youth, when they were just as fearless.
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"Master, what is Sect Leader Yan saying? It's all very vague, I don't understand."
Baili Xijiang, swinging the jade pendant at his waist, asked blankly.
He picked up on many hints, but he couldn't figure out what they meant.
"Aji, can you understand me?"
Wan Qiji slightly raised his eyes and nodded seriously.
“I think Sect Leader Yan knows just as much as we do.”
That one life and two lives, and the salvation of the world.
With a calm gaze, Song Tingwan looked at the cultivators who had been waiting for medicine not far away and slowly stopped in her tracks.
The thoughts in my heart also paused.
On either side of her were Song Siyao and Shen Zhuochuan, both of whom stopped in their tracks.
Behind him, Baili Xijiang was listening to Qin Xi explain Yan Shanjun's hints, while Wan Qiji listened quietly to the side.
As the three people in front stopped, they saw those people and raised their eyebrows, waiting for Song Tingwan's next move.
"Master, isn't it our turn to be busy?"
Baili Xijiang raised his hand high, hopping and skipping as he grinned at his master.
Qin Xi and Wan Qiji silently took two steps to the side.
They are all of high status now, cough cough, they all have some burdens.
How can you be so careless?
He was a Pill Saint after all.
Shen Zhuochuan looked back and couldn't help but laugh.
Song Tingwan smiled and waved to him. The two of them walked into the group of cultivators seeking pills, one after the other.
Shen Zhuochuan and Song Siyao did not follow, but watched from a distance as she chatted with the cultivators with ease.
They might ask questions, or frown and firmly tell someone to leave.
She would sigh with heartache, refusing even the reward and sending the pills away directly.
In front of the cultivators seeking elixirs, they will see another side of Song Tingwan.
Confident, tolerant, and kind-hearted.
The black dragon beside her followed suit, occasionally crying until its eyes red as it listened to the other person's seemingly true but actually pitiful experiences, then sniffling and asking its master if it was true.
Song Tingwan isn't a god; how could she possibly distinguish whether other people's experiences were true or false?
She could only try her best to discern whether people's eyes and behavior were restless.
However, she kept a tight rein on pills of grade seven and above, and almost all of them were traded through buying and selling.
As more and more people heard the news and the crowd grew denser, the group could no longer stand idly by and took the initiative to maintain order.
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