Because Wang Daode had actually begun to make a desperate move, diverting the qi mechanism of Bell Mountain and.... for Mo Yan to refine the Longevity Fire.
He couldn't help but care about it.
"Whether it's the great path or a diverging path," Wang Daode whispered, seemingly to soothe Zhao Yuding and perhaps to comfort himself, "one only knows after walking down it a little."
"This Candle Dragon Hall, it was the foundation laid down by my uncle's father, and the Taoist Sect, was also the last wish of Ancestor Wang Puxian.
Since my uncle had decided to gamble it all, I, as an 'outsider,' naturally shouldn't say much. Oh well!" Zhao Yuding gave a bitter smile, a flick of his sleeve, and with a trace of thin anger, left with heavy thoughts.
After Zhao Yuding left, the scruffy Taoist remained motionless, lost in thought for a long time, finally turning his gaze toward the few citrus trees he had been tending to.
