"Director Meng, how long do you plan to retreat?" Chen Qiushui, another future authority in the institute besides Dong Yue, asked with a smile.
The conversation shifted, considering for him:
"When you retreat, whether someone visits or seeks your advice, both Grandmaster Dong and I will decline on your behalf."
"Thank you." Meng Chuan roughly calculated:
"Around late summer to early autumn, please turn everyone away... cough... except for Chen Zhiming, Liao Huo, and Wang Chongyi. If they come, please explain to them properly..."
"Understood, rest assured."
The three people Meng Chuan mentioned were future leaders of their respective Daoist traditions, both powerful and potential.
If such figures came, they would certainly not be neglected.
But why would they come?
Chen Qiushui was confused, unable to guess, nodded to indicate understanding.
"Is business concluded?" Dong Yue inquired, seeing him nod, then stood up and laughed boldly:
