Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“Heh.”

Zhan Beiye’s probing gaze rested on Mo Zheng, and he chuckled softly.

“You’re quite blunt; just came over to ask, did you? Does anyone else know?” he asked pensively.

“They need not know.”

Mo Zheng’s eyes were equally somber. What other options did he have at this point?

The things that Gu Qingyu did, while insignificant in an ordinary household, became grave offenses in the Xiang Dynasty. Using Gu poison to harm members of the royal family was no less serious just because Gu Qingyu herself had already died.

Once Xiang Qiyan recovered his strength, under the purview of the Great Elder, all those who could refine Gu poison would be wiped out without exception. And it would also implicate the other branches of the Qingyun Sect.

Afterward, Gu Qingyu continued to act recklessly, even making a move on An Jiuyue.

Qian Jiyun had a cultivation level even stronger than Zhan Beiye and Xiang Qiyan. Su Tang had not dared to kill Gu Qingyu outright, yet Qian Jiyun had said to kill and killed.

Granted, it was because Gu Qingyu had injured An Jiuyue, crossing Qian Jiyun’s taboo, but in his opinion, An Jiuyue’s injury was only minor.

The intricacies of the situation were unclear and inexplicable to him. He could only consider every possibility he could think of before finally deciding on this course of action.

“You, a mere disciple, can decide for the entire Qingyun Sect?”

“Although I cannot decide everything, my Revered Master does listen to what his disciple has to say. As for the Great Elder… it was his own granddaughter who caused the trouble, so he shouldn’t oppose,” Mo Zheng pondered and replied.

The Great Elder wouldn’t dare to make a sound if Lord Yan played his cards strongly at the right time. Now, the Qingyun Sect truly found itself stuck in a difficult position, and he had no choice but to plan for the future.

In other words, if the Great Elder did harbor other intentions, even if he wished to assert his power, he would be crushed to dust by Lord Yan, daring to cause no further trouble, right?

“Even if he wants to oppose, you must have ways to ensure he can’t, don’t you?”

“You are quite astute.”

Zhan Beiye laughed softly twice, looking at Mo Zheng in a new light.

“As for this matter, I alone cannot decide. I need to discuss it with others. In the next few days, you all should stay in your rooms and not stir up any more trouble. When the time comes, someone will seek out your Qingyun Sect.”

Since Mo Zheng had spoken so clearly, there was no point hiding or disguising his intentions, and he was straightforward in his response.

Mo Zheng pursed his lips and did not say anything further, simply bidding farewell to Zhan Beiye and leaving.

He came here only to make their position clear. Moreover, in recent years, the Qingyun Sect had been declining, and more than once his master lamented that the Sect lacked a pillar of support.

Now…

If Lord Yan could overcome this obstacle, he should become without rival in the Xiang Dynasty, right? Aligning with the Crown Prince of the Xiang Dynasty would be fortunate for the Qingyun Sect—the loss of Gu Qingyu’s life was not in vain.

It’s just a pity that the Qingyun Sect actually had more bargaining chips, but they were utterly squandered by the ignorant Gu Qingyu.

With these thoughts, his expression turned grave as he turned to walk away, feeling each step heavy.

“Was that a negotiation for terms?”

Watching the figure disappear into the distance, Zhan Beiye shook his head with a smile.

Given the situation, did they still have room to negotiate terms? Of course not.