“Good. This way please, Grandmaster Qianji!” Rong Zhuofan beamed with joy and handed the token to Chu Qianji.
Chu Qianji put the token away, his expression complicated.
“Father, but what about your health?” Chu Bozhou wanted to stop Chu Qianji.
“It’s nothing. I’ve merely exhausted my spiritual power.” Chu Qianji reassured him, raising his hand to dissolve the barrier.
Chu Bozhou was uneasy and followed Chu Qianji to the Qingyun State side.
Everyone from Fire Spirit State was somewhat baffled. Grandmaster Qianji had left with the people from Qingyun State. What was going on?
When Luo Wuji saw Chu Qianji, a look of surprise crossed his face. Chu Qianji’s temperament was even more detached than his own.
He merely disliked involving himself in worldly affairs, but Chu Qianji simply never involved himself at all.
No matter how many benefits others promised, it was very difficult to persuade Chu Qianji to emerge from seclusion.
“Grandmaster Qianji.” A hint of respect appeared between Luo Wuji’s brows. Chu Qianji was someone even Imperial Spirit State competed to recruit, so he naturally did not dare to treat him lightly.
Even the Baili family, who looked down on everyone, was somewhat wary of the Chu family.
The Baili family had sent death warriors multiple times to secretly investigate the Chu family at night, but all of them had been blocked outside by the Chu family’s mechanism arts.
This had also led to the Baili family constantly coveting the Chu family’s mechanism arts.
“Grandmaster Wuji, let’s discuss the bet.” Chu Qianji’s eyes were like snow, utterly indifferent.
If anyone else had treated Luo Wuji this way, Luo Wuji might have been displeased. But since this person was Chu Qianji, it was different.
Luo Wuji nodded and said, “Grandmaster Qianji, are you certain you want to vouch for Qingyun State?”
Chu Qianji said calmly, “Yes.”
Luo Xiyao and Su Yanran were rarely quiet at this moment, not stepping forward to interject.
They were also clever. Since even Luo Wuji treated this person with courtesy, then even if he was from a lower-tier state, they could not afford to offend him.
The rules of the Nine Provinces Continent restrained only those who were not strong enough.
The disciples of Qingyun State were visibly excited, whispering among themselves.
Mu Qianjue was especially the most excited. If Liu Canglan had not been holding him back, Mu Qianjue would have already bounded up to Chu Qianji.
Mu Qianjue clenched his fan and said excitedly, “Holy crap! Eldest Senior Brother, I actually got to see my idol! Good thing I listened to Little Junior Sister and worked hard at cultivating…”
Mu Qianjue straightened his clothes and adjusted the jade crown on his head. “Eldest Senior Brother, how do I look? Am I not dignified in appearance, elegant and refined, dashing and handsome?”
“Qianjue, sit down first. Grandmaster Qianji didn’t come to see you.” Liu Canglan rubbed his forehead, looking somewhat helpless.
“Fourth Senior Brother, you must not act on impulse. Little Junior Sister is still in the Void God domain!” Ning Shiyue’s voice was like silver bells as she reminded him.
This group from Haoling State had to finish negotiating the terms before they would release Little Junior Sister.
Grandmaster Qianji had come for the bet. Ning Shiyue was really afraid that Mu Qianjue, in a moment of excitement, would rush up to Chu Qianji…
When Mu Qianjue heard the two of them, he wilted like an eggplant hit by frost. He had almost delayed important business.
When Baili Wenyue saw Mu Qianjue looking so dejected, he comforted him, “Fourth Senior Brother, you are simply tall and imposing, incomparably handsome, and overflowing with talent right now. Don’t worry, Grandmaster Qianji will notice you sooner or later!”
“Thanks for your kind words, Sixth Junior Brother.” Mu Qianjue prayed inwardly.
“Eldest Senior Brother, I’ll leave this place to you. I’m going to check on Little Junior Sister.” Mo Jinghong’s voice was deep as jade.
As Liu Canglan nodded, Mo Jinghong’s figure vanished on the spot.
No one else noticed Mo Jinghong’s movement.
But Su Yanran, who had been secretly watching Mo Jinghong, immediately noticed that Mo Jinghong had disappeared.
Su Yanran’s face was full of disbelief, her pupils constricting. She swept her gaze over the Master and the others, only to find that not a single person had noticed Mo Jinghong’s disappearance.
How was this possible!?
Were these people’s Void God cultivations just for show?
But there was one other person who also noticed that Mo Jinghong had disappeared.
That was Yun Hai, who occasionally paid attention to Ning Shiyue. After Mo Jinghong vanished, Yun Hai keenly noticed that of the two men beside Ning Shiyue, only one remained.
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Within the Void God domain.
After Feng Qingran was trapped and could not move, Feng Ci also became anxious.
Yuan Bao finally spoke up. “Master, don’t worry. You still have the Twin Spirit Bracelet to protect you from dying.”
Feng Ci was extremely anxious. “Although the Twin Spirit Bracelet can protect her from dying, it can’t guarantee she won’t be injured! That Void God’s attack just now will definitely damage her Nascent Soul!”
“Master still has the Seven-Colored Mystic Garment. She’ll definitely be fine. Otherwise, why don’t you go out and save Master?” Yuan Bao continued.
“What can I, an egg, do if I go out? Go out and smash people?” Feng Ci was quite helpless.
“That’s not right! Lord Feng Ci, why has Master gone silent? Her sea of consciousness seems to have closed off?” Yuan Bao’s tone carried panic.
“Woman! Woman! Please respond! Please respond!” Feng Ci repeated this sentence several times in a row, but received no response from Feng Qingran.
Feng Ci thought to himself, “This is bad. It must be the soul-search technique causing this!”
Qin Haoyan stared at Feng Qingran’s dull, apricot-colored eyes. A shrewd glint flashed through his murky eyes. “Let me ask you, where is that painting you bought last time?”
“I didn’t buy a painting.” Feng Qingran’s glass-like eyes were covered with a layer of black mist, hollow and lifeless.
