Chapter 3312 — Arriving So Soon
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And besides, so much time had passed since that pursuit—why had Wei Zhao stayed hidden and never shown himself? If he were truly powerful, would there be any need to skulk about? So the Grand Elder concluded it must be the latter.
Wei Zhao was the sort who acted rashly for a woman's sake, which lowered him further in the Grand Elder's estimation. She gave a cold snort and shook her head. "Does he really think that putting on an act will intimidate those people? How naive! In the old days, when the killings by the Blood Garment Yellow Spring Sect were all blamed on you, you could still overawe others—but now, who would believe it! Ah, Yao'er, still too young, easily blinded by love—just like Ye Rou'er in her day!"
"Then, Grand Elder, what should we do now?" Elder Su smiled bitterly. If it were the old Ye Rou'er, he would have dared to gossip behind her back, but now that it was Gu Mengyao, Elder Su did not dare speak rashly, and could only ask awkwardly and cautiously.
"Never mind. When those people come again, I'll go out and talk with them myself. If it truly cannot be helped, we'll hand the Dark Night Palace over to them for now and I'll think of something else—while there is life, there is hope. I'll advise Yao'er: once she sees that Wei Zhao is unreliable, she'll surely be disappointed, and then I'll persuade her to marry into the Xuandan Sect. With the Xuandan Sect backing us, these people will have to retreat the same way they came!" The Grand Elder spoke with some helplessness.
"The Grand Elder has indeed thought it through thoroughly!" Elder Su said quickly.
The Grand Elder waved a hand. "Never mind. This may be a good thing in the end—it will make Yao'er understand that those loose cultivators are simply unreliable."
But just as the two were speaking, a gatekeeping disciple came running up, gasping for breath. This disciple was one of Elder Su's trusted followers, and so he had come here first rather than to Gu Mengyao.
Every elder had trusted disciples of his own—in truth, his personal disciples. On the surface these disciples answered to Gu Mengyao as master of the Dark Night Palace, but they obeyed her only in broad matters; strictly speaking, they remained closest to their own masters.
But there was no help for it—every sect was the same, and Gu Mengyao could not change that. So as long as these people caused no trouble, she left them alone. After all, such personal, direct-line disciples were few—only one or two beside each elder—and the rest were ordinary disciples.
"Grand Elder, Elder Su, something terrible has happened!" This gatekeeping disciple had just come on shift, relieving the night-watch disciple who had seen Wei Zhao earlier, and already trouble had found him. To his dismay, yesterday's crowd had returned! (To be continued.)