Chen Ye sighed secretly.
No wonder he felt uncomfortable.
Should he give up Lisong Valley, which he has cultivated so painstakingly, for a potential threat?
Moreover, how could he possibly explain this to the Lingyin Sect?
Since he enjoyed the benefits from the Lingyin Sect, many decisions were out of his hands.
"Hmm... Sister Qingzhu, could you take Zhiwei away when the time comes? It's really hard to leave Lisong Valley," Chen Ye sighed.
Mao Qingzhu, understanding Chen Ye's difficulties, nodded with annoyance:
"If Brother Ye is in a dilemma, I might as well stay in Lisong Valley for several more months and wait for the turbulence in the Three Thousand Great Mountains to settle before Qing Jun undergoes the rite."
"Won't this delay Qing Jun's matters?"
Having Mao Qingzhu preside over Lisong Valley put Chen Ye at ease, but he was still concerned about Qing Jun's hidden ailment and asked quickly.
"Of course not; how could a rite be delayed by such a short while?"
