Yun Mo then pondered silently.
If the dream negotiation doesn't go smoothly, Elder Bai surely wouldn't dare vent his anger on Mr. Jiang; Wan Mingchuan, being both early to arrive and Mr. Jiang's direct disciple, naturally has the upper hand. It's not unlikely that I, who can't even achieve transformation and have no place in the courtyard, would bear the brunt of the anger.
It's safer to hide for now.
Thus, without hesitation, he moved to the gate and squatted on the patch of grass where the Melting Furnace used to be, now empty, wrapping himself entirely with his wings to rest.
"Grandpa, you must think this through. It's a very, very important matter. If mishandled, not only would there be significant loss, but you could also be implicated. I'm really worried..." As the grandfather and grandson adapted to the dream communication, Wan Mingchuan recounted the reasons for his visit.
