Seeing that the Saint Taiqing truly had no intention of getting angry, Yu Linglong breathed a complete sigh of relief.
"Master, as long as you acknowledge your mistakes and make amends, the Ancestor Master won't hold it against you. Our Taiqing lineage is always the most united."
The entire Taiqing lineage amounted to only three people.
Yu Linglong had no ulterior motives.
She didn't find the unity of the Taiqing lineage difficult.
Yet the Great Mage Xuandu still did not rise.
This time, the expressions of both Yu Linglong and the Saint Taiqing changed.
The Saint Taiqing, who had always been emotionally stable, finally became serious.
"Xuandu, is there something you're hiding from me?"
"Master, if I may inform you, I once made a wish in the past."
"Speak."
"To take a descendant of the Human race, an unparalleled prodigy, as a third-generation disciple of the Taiqing lineage, inheriting the mantle of the Human Sect, thus binding the Master completely with the Human race."
