The Future Hall King watched the disciples leave in a hurry, then turned and glanced at Tianming.

“Tianming, you’re lucky the Autarch is dead, so no one cares about your father or the Ancient Qilin Clan. The Theocrats are currently divided. Looks like they won’t be able to take you away," laughed the Future Hall King.

"Really?" Tianming felt as if the pleasant surprise came so suddenly.

The Primeval Autarch who forced his father Li Muyang to flee for forty years was gone just like that. And the Theocrats were likely to be divided, and even kill each other?

"Their infighting is an opportunity to strengthen ourselves. You young ones shouldn’t worry about what happens outside the palace, just concentrate on cultivating. Even if the sky falls outside, no one can run wild in the Decimo Dao Palace," said the Future Hall King.

"Nice!”

"By the way, you and Little Feng will both enter the Future Hall and become disciples together," said Bai Mo.

"Alright, thank you." Tianming nodded.

As for Ye Fengling, he squatted on the ground and watched the...