After returning to his residence, Chu Huaixu immediately informed Nangong Yue and the others of the matter.
The three Daoist elders looked grim, feeling the weight on their shoulders had increased significantly.
When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up.
Before the younger generations have grown up completely, they are naturally the ones who must bear it.
"Actually, how accurate Ming Xuanji's divination is, remains uncertain," Li Chunsong said.
"Such celestial secrets are not so easily spied upon."
"But regardless, it's a heaven catastrophe after all."
"My personal opinion is we should rather believe it exists than not."
"We can't afford to gamble."
Even the Charitable Gambling King, who was addicted to gambling, made such a remark.
Nangong Yue and Tai Tingbai exchanged glances, nodding in agreement with this viewpoint.
"Huaixu, you go to the Moon Country's treasury tomorrow, and then we'll set off back to the sect." Tai Tingbai instructed.
"Alright."
