"The immeasurable!"
In a small temple, the chief Daoist walked out of the room where he was conducting morning classes. He gazed silently in the direction of the Golden Lake Prefecture.
This Daoist was named Qing Xuan, and was in his fifties. His hair was half white, and his complexion was often a healthy pink. He was full of vitality.
However, at this point in time, his face was ash grey as he stared at the reddish skies.
His heart felt as though it was going through a storm.
'The convergence of fate energy, the gathering of an evil aura, this smells of war… the Xu family wants to rebel…'
This was expected, and his sect had invested in this too.
"But according to the plan, wasn't it up to the three grandmasters to advise the head of the Xu family, and subsequently claim all the credit? Why did they act so early?"
This had resulted in a loss and would inevitably compromise the great scheme of things.
