It was still Meichang Garden.
At this time, the plum blossoms had not bloomed, but the fruits were already ripe. Lu Yuan picked a plate of bright red plums and was tasting wine and chatting with Mo Li.
A short while later, after exchanging conversations, the two began to discuss the main topic.
"This departure, all seven cultivators from my Feishuang Tao, will set off together to Northern Dark City. Afterwards, only the lineage dedicated to the protection of the sect through the practice of martial arts will remain."
Mo Li first spoke of his own sect, and then, glancing at Lu Yuan, he continued, "Over at Purple Cloud Dao, the arrangement is similar. All eleven cultivators in their sect will likewise depart, leaving behind only the guardian deities. There will be no one else left who is on the path of cultivation.
After this, Your Majesty can be at ease and need not worry about cultivators interfering in the struggle for dominance in the world and meddling in the mortal affairs."
