"However, Elder, the situation now seems a bit off..."
The cultivator called "Elder" raised an eyebrow, "How so?"
"The Taoist Court seems to be investigating..."
"You’ve heard rumors?"
"Yes..."
The "Elder" was silent for a moment and said, "No matter, others might eat meat, but we can’t just watch and not participate."
"But what if..."
The Elder set down his wine glass, not speaking.
The other person, perceptive, immediately poured a glass of wine for the Elder.
The Elder was somewhat pleased and then said solemnly:
"Gui Water Sect is like a ship, we are all on this ship."
"But Gui Water Sect is only a ship. If the journey is smooth, we can coast along. If the ship sinks, those without skill or foresight will sink with it; but those with ability and vision will find another ship to jump onto before it sinks..."
The other person pondered for a moment, his expression jolting, "Elder, could it be that you..."
The Elder gave him a stern look, making him swallow his words.
"But, it’s not that easy to jump ship..."
"I’ve said," the Elder took a sip of wine, speaking calmly, "only those with abilities and vision have the capability to jump ship; the rest can only sink and die with it."
"There are plenty of opportunities and chances in this world. It depends on whether you know how to maneuver and if you have ’perception.’
The Elder set down his wine glass.
The other person quickly grasped the meaning, his demeanor becoming even more respectful, as he poured another glass of wine for the Elder:
"Thereafter, I will completely rely on the Elder’s guidance, willing to go to great lengths for you."
The Elder, with an arrogant attitude, nodded slightly, then remembered something and confirmed:
"Have all the Sect Disciples on the list boarded the ship?"
"Following the Elder’s instructions, they have all been placed on board."
"Good."
"However..." the other person remained somewhat puzzled, "some arrangements this time seem very strange, that place... is it really fine not to have someone guard it?"
The Elder’s expression sharpened, sternly saying, "Is this something you should be considering?"
"Yes." The other person immediately bowed with hands clasped.
The Elder paused slightly, his expression softened a bit, and he pointed upwards with his hand:
"The higher-ups have their own reasons for the arrangement. The depths of these waters are profound; even touching a little can drown an ordinary cultivator. Not asking you to inquire is for your own good."
"The Elder’s lesson is correct..."
The Elder nodded slightly and said no more, sipping his wine quietly.
A moment later, he turned his head, looking towards the Mistwater River, illuminated by lanterns yet still shrouded in darkness.
Some things he indeed could not understand, but he didn’t need to.
As a pawn, one must be aware of their role.
The big influences above and those monsters manipulating things behind the scenes, how they want to shift the Qianxue State Boundary’s layout and what they aim to kill are not for him to know.
He only needed to obey orders and act accordingly.
An obedient pawn is a good pawn.
...
Amidst the surging undercurrents, on the other side, above the Mistwater River.
It was unclear how long had passed before the Spirit Boat Mo Hua was on finally halted.
Unaware of the situation, Mo Hua held his breath, not making any move.
After a moment, the sound of water arose around, as if other Spirit Boats were approaching, gathering together.
Mixed with the sound of chains, it seemed like someone was linking these boats together with chains.
Then the splashing subsided, and the Spirit Boats, forming a long line like a dragon, sailed into the pitch black fog of the Mistwater River.
Mo Hua noticed something unusual concerning this area:
The overwhelming aura... of the Evil God.