At the same time, three figures were standing side by side on the peak of a certain mountain several hundred kilometers away. They were none other than the trio of Daoist Closed Mountain, Tong Ren'e, and Duan Renli, and they were all watching the phenomenon taking place on the Nine Palace Peak from afar.

All three of them were silent, and there was no sound to be heard aside from the gentle rustling of the wind and the flapping of their robes. The atmosphere was a little heavy.

A short while later, the silence was finally broken.

"So this is the plan that you propose? Let him cultivate in your sect and become even more powerful?" Duan Renli asked.

"This was an oversight from me. It seems like he's found a way to recover from his injuries," Daoist Closed Mountain sighed in a resigned manner.

"We can't delay this any longer," Tong Ren'e said in a cold voice.

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Tong. The preparations were almost complete, and there were some finer details that I wanted to ponder, but it appears we really can't afford to wait any longer," Daoist Closed Mountain said in a grim voice.

"We should've done this a long time ago," Duan Renli harrumphed coldly...