The lantern festival was approaching, and Mistwater City was bustling with activity.
The streets were packed with people and vehicles, cultivators of all kinds crossing paths, the market town was dense, and the sounds of people filled the air.
Mo Hua and a few others found a small tavern, requested a private room, and only after confirming no one was eavesdropping, did they begin to converse quietly.
"At this critical moment, the sect above seems reluctant to set sail..."
"But there's quite a commotion below, as everyone is counting on this for some extra cash."
"Moreover, the furor has already passed, the Taoist Court has withdrawn, there's no visible action."
"As for the higher Taoist Court, they always put on a show, and when something goes wrong, a little Spirit Stone here and there smooths things over."
"Several other noble families are also exerting pressure, after all, it's not just us... it's not just the Gui Water Sect in this, others also need to earn their keep..."
