Marquis Wanlian's Court, inside the mystic-colored attic.
A meeting to ambush Qingcang had drawn to a close.
The various powers had departed, leaving only Marquis Wanlian and the Sect Leader of the Shangqing Sect inside the attic.
Marquis Wanlian stood up and bowed to the old Daoist holding the horsetail whisk, his lazy demeanor instantly swept away and replaced by solemnity:
"Teacher, I must trouble you this time."
"For the sake of the common people, to spare them from the ravages of war, what is this body of mine to be spared."
"Marquis, this time in killing the great Mo, we can take the opportunity to swallow up the mountains and rivers of the southeast for billions of miles, and even take control of the southern part of the human world, to restart the great Qian dynasty."
"You are of the Ancestor Qian's bloodline, once you sit over the human world, you occupy it, even if Ancestor Qian returns, he will only give his recognition."
