"How could the Nine-Nine Dao Foundation be so easy?"
Ao Tang habitually expressed disbelief, and Yu Hua shot it a glance, her tongue as sharp as ever: "If the Guardian faces assassination from three Great Ascension stage experts, there could be life-threatening danger at any moment. Given the current situation, the Dao Sect should immediately erect a monument for you."
"But I am a senior of the Three Morning Heavenly Sovereigns; I have even met Qing Cang!"
"Then enjoy the incense offerings in glory."
"..."
Lies cannot harm, but the truth is a sharp blade.
Although Ao Tang was stubborn, it knew that if it were in the same situation, it would likely just wait for death.
The Sanqing Dao Sect was not unwilling to save this old fellow; rather, in times of crisis, the cold nature of the sect's inheritance would choose the future.
This meant abandoning the already established old fellows, even if they were as strong as the Great Ascension stage, they had to yield to the potential future talents.
Perhaps at this moment, the Dao Sect had already let Sanqing Daozi lie low.
If something truly happened, they could still reopen the mountain gate later.