Xu Qinglai asked this question not out of stupidity, but because he had to ask.
Xu Qinglai thought for a moment and said, "I want to go to Changchun Temple and Cishan."
"Oh? Strange incense and a heaven full of thunder, are you sure you can handle it?" the old man asked with a smile.
"He has the secret treasures left by the ancestors, and Baiyun Temple naturally has them too."
"Don't rush, it's not your turn to act yet, wait a little longer."
Another moment of silence.
Xu Qinglai shook his head, "I have nothing else."
"Alright, you can go back then."
Watching Xu Qinglai's departing figure, the old man's face turned cold instantly.
Originally, they thought Xu Qinglai would take this opportunity to demand the government suppress the Zhengyi Sect in favor of Quanzhen.
After all, this has been the traditional drama of Zhengyi versus Quanzhen for centuries, and the government had long prepared for this issue.
But unexpectedly, Xu Qinglai didn't mention any conditions.
