Withdrawing his consciousness from the Immortal Pivot, Lü Yang's brow furrowed tightly.
After a long while, he couldn't help but curse inwardly:
'You bastard!'
He didn't dare say it out loud.
After all, Heaven only knew if the Saint Sect Ancestral Master was watching him. If he had cursed aloud and the Ancestral Master heard, what if he decided to make things difficult for him?
By now, Lü Yang had basically figured it out. Back when he was schemed against by the Pure Land, ambushed by True Monarch Gangxing, and ultimately chose to flee to the Celestial Mansion, there was a high probability of a mastermind pulling the strings. And, unsurprisingly, that mastermind was none other than his dearly beloved Saint Sect Ancestral Master.
'He wants me to stir up trouble in the Celestial Mansion.'
