This was because she was Nineheaven Mirrormoon Palace’s Little Palace Master. Within the Immortal Sect, her status was only inferior to the three heads.

Lan Ruo had a stiff and straight back. Her expression was cold and indifferent, almost the same as her master, as if they had come from the same mold. A flash of panic appeared in the depths of her eyes but she quickly concealed it. Several breaths of time later she said, “I came out this time on the orders of my master, to follow the Grand Marshal and see and hear as much as possible. My goal here is to gain experience, not to meddle in any sect business. Grand Marshall should make the decision you believe is best.”

Unfortunately, this type of excuse that was pushing back responsibility was simply far too weak and naïve in front of the expert Grand Marshal. Shangguan Mingjing smiled and said, “Since Little Palace Master doesn’t oppose, I will take this as your agreement.” His expression turned severe and he said, “Report to the Immortal Sect that I am preparing to open the Source of Disaster in the land of exile to seek out the location of the divine stone.”

Lan Ruo’s complexion changed,...