"A pressing matter has suddenly arisen within my sect that requires my immediate attention. I cannot stay any longer and must take my leave."
Lu Qingsong's tone was calm, but his actions were decisive.
At the same time, a part of him felt fortunate.
'Thankfully, I've always been cautious and never got too deeply involved in this scheme.'
'Otherwise, the Iron Sword Sect would be right there with them, on pins and needles and facing imminent disaster.'
Neither Lu Canghai nor Monk Xuanbei said anything to stop Lu Qingsong from leaving; they didn't even have time to react.
The seemingly solid alliance and tempting scheme from just a moment ago had undoubtedly vanished into thin air in the face of this harsh reality.
"Master Xuanbei..."
Only after Lu Qingsong's figure had disappeared did Lu Canghai speak, his voice hoarse and strained:
"What... what should we do now?"
A muscle in Monk Xuanbei's face twitched. He forced a smile that looked uglier than a grimace.
