Another direction.
The deepest part of Wuliang Daoist Temple.
In a spacious hall, candlelight flickered, and several figures were gathered here, engaged in discussion.
They were Daoist Qing Song, Zen Master Wu Hui, Sect Leader Yue, a young man in a blue robe, and an elderly man.
The young man and the elderly man were none other than the people Jiang Shi had encountered in the inn not long ago, whom he suspected were from the palace.
"Since Daoist Qing Song and Zen Master Wu Hui are already prepared, let it all proceed as you originally planned. My Kunshan Long Family has no objections."
The young man in the blue robe spoke in a flat tone.
"Benevolent indeed."
Zen Master Wu Hui clasped his hands together, speaking with an elderly voice.
"Young Master Long is too kind. It's truly a great honor to have the assistance of the Kunshan Long Family."
Daoist Qing Song made a Daoist salute and spoke.
