Cry to the heavens, and there was no answer, cry to the earth, and it did not respond.
No matter how powerful the forces behind you, you could only despair and remain here.
"Look, he should be thanking us," an Elder couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
With a casual glance back, Lu Qing understood the cultivators below and their calm expressions as they quietly began preparations to retreat.
Having decided to act, he had to do it ruthlessly.
Instead of exchanging pleasantries and deceiving Daozi of Southern Hong to stay within the sect, it was better to nip all potential threats in the bud.
"Fellow Daoist, this way, please."
Lu Qing always felt something was amiss because the young cultivator's demeanor was too quiet, not quite like someone coming for help, nor did it seem like he was here to cause trouble.
More like... a bit shy?
"Please, take a seat in the hall."
