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"Is that so?"
Li Dazhi clicked his tongue:
"I do understand, fellow daoist, when a sect suddenly falls into crisis, like a great tree collapsing and the monkeys scattering, and then getting dragged into such a major case, the executioner's blade could fall upon the sect's Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals at any moment.
"The countermeasures left behind by the Forge-Heaven Gate become crucial for self-preservation at the critical time.
"But Yun Shen, fellow daoist, it's like bringing a piece of charcoal - are you delivering it in the snow, or in the scorching heat of summer? The effect is entirely different.
"You should be more decisive."
"Is that so?"
Mo Yunshen did not reply again, he stared silently ahead at the Holy Mother Palace of the Nüwa Daoist Training Ground, deep in thought.
Li Dazhi muttered to himself in his heart.
'This old fella's expression, it's not quite right.'
...
Inside the Nüwa Palace.
