"You should speak less; if the Celestial Dao gets angry again, there's nothing I can do."
"I've helped you with such an important matter, and yet you're still unwilling to hold your tongue a little."
—The matter in question was naturally the Tribulation Fire igniting the Chaotic Universe, as the Tribulation Fire was Miye Celestial Venerate's heart. It was also a matter of great significance to him.
Some of the Merit also belonged to Miye Celestial Venerate.
It would make his life in this world much, much easier.
Upon hearing this, Miye Celestial Venerate reluctantly closed his mouth.
"Alright, alright."
"For your sake, I'll forgive this rebellious child."
"..."
You ancient ones are really something I cannot stand.
Anyway.
While the two were conversing like this,
Wei Qingye had already reached out to grasp a sword, a grayish sword with a blade that flowed like the River of Cosmic Light, its hilt carved from sky-blue jade.
There was no emotion left in his eyes.
