"What is going on with the Shaoyang Sect? They've taken over the Dao-Seeking Platform of the Sword Pavilion. Qingxuan, go tell them to get lost." The Azure Cloud Ancestor sat within the cloud tent, her voice authoritative. Compared to her previous raspy tone like an old crone, she now sounded like a mature woman full of charm.

"Mother... uh, Ancestor, if they've taken it, they've taken it. Our relationship with the Sword Pavilion isn't great, so why should we stick our necks out for them?" Daoist Qingxuan was bewildered, cupping his hands as he spoke. "The young master of the Shaoyang Sect has already reached Divine Transformation Great Perfection. Why not try to win them over?"

"Are you going or not?"

An oppressive aura spread from the cloud tent.