Inside the main hall.
Dao Huahui sat at the highest seat, with Ru Yuebin seated at his lower side position.
A disciple approached, served fragrant tea, and was then dismissed.
Gathered inside the hall were a dozen people.
Dao Huahui gestured towards the teacup in front of him, "Brother Ru, have some tea."
"Alright."
Ru Yuebin smiled subtly, picked up the teacup with an unnoticeable movement, and took a sip, "Brother Dao, in your letter, you mentioned wanting to proclaim yourself as king, have you thought this through?"
"Of course, I've already thought it through. In this regard, I ask for your help, Brother Ru. The Lower Three Sects have known each other for many years, and now that my Dao Sect wishes to proclaim sovereignty in the Southern Border, I'm sure we can get along peacefully someday. Don't you think so?"
When Dao Huahui spoke about this, he didn't blink at all; heaven knows he was merely offering an empty promise.
