After waving their goodbyes, the group split up. One helicopter sped off toward Qinghai, while the other headed for Penglai Fairy Island. This was not the well-known tourist destination, but a pristine, undeveloped island hidden deep within the sea—the true Penglai Fairy Island. The group sat inside, calmly awaiting their arrival.
"Old Nangong, Old Lin, what's the plan?" the Nameless Elder asked, his focus on the bigger picture. "I'm sure that old coot from the Zhantai Family will have to show us some respect with all of us going. The real question is, what are your terms? Now isn't the time to kill Zhantai Wuwei. That old bastard would sooner fight to the bitter end and drag everyone down with him than let that happen. Besides, the Demon Sect is stirring. Our Righteous Path can't afford to lose a master, especially one of Zhantai Wuwei's caliber."
Hearing this, Nangong Wentian and Elder Lin exchanged a look before turning to the Nameless Elder.
