On the throne that symbolized the Lord of a Realm, the beauty leaned lazily on her side, casually flipping through the jade slips that conveyed messages from all directions.
There are Jiang clan immortal clan who are unstoppable and send greetings once a month.
Jiang Lin'an's parents' care for her has never stopped for six thousand years.
There were clothes sent by people from the Qiao Clan, most of which were made by Qiao Wantang's mother.
Immortal kings from all over the world reported to her the official affairs within their jurisdiction, no matter how big or small they were, and they respectfully received orders.
Some direct disciples who had been out practicing for several years and had not returned took this opportunity to pay her respects and express their current cultivation difficulties in order to get some advice.
Qiao Wantang is very busy. When she is busy, she can go without eating or drinking, stay up and handle business affairs, and teach her disciples how to practice.
At the same time, she is very leisurely.
In her free time, she would hide in the back garden and spend months or years without seeing anyone or leaving the house.
She hadn't touched the pile of jade slips that transmitted messages on the chopping board for more than a year. She didn't want to move them and was too lazy to move them.
But today she seems to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on her lips, her eyes like the moon, and her smile like flowers.
Qiao Hongpo had not seen this kind of joy from the heart for many years.
At least since the day after Jiang Linan fell in Taixu Mountain, she has never seen her master so relaxed.
Of course, she knew very well where Qiao Wantang's happiness came from. The only thing that confused her was that there were clearly better ways to deal with the ridiculous things that happened in Longsheyuan, so why did Suning need to be put on the fire?
No matter how bad Ji Yu is, he is still a direct disciple of Shuiyun Immortal Palace. He has been taught by Qiao Wantang for many years and has strong immortal power.
As for Suning, even if his mind is different from ordinary people, he has just broken through to the second level of true immortal.
Just talking about the level of immortal power, it is self-evident who is strong and who is weak.
How can we win this life-and-death situation when we are at a disadvantage from the beginning?
Feeling depressed, Qiao Hongpo waited on her carefully, but stopped talking several times, with a frown on her face.
Qiao Wantang naturally saw her confused expression. He saw it, but didn't say anything more. He still focused on the sound transmission jade slip.
Finally, the gray-haired old woman couldn't help it anymore and asked in a low voice, "Miss, are you not worried that Suning will lose?"
"The words of the supreme being in the world cannot be faked or regretted."
"The decree announced by Jing Xiaozi holding the Supreme Order, although it comes from his mouth, also represents your intention."
"If..."
Qiao Hongpo's tone slowed down, and she brought the newly brewed spiritual tea to Qiao Wantang and said, "Once Suning is unable to defeat Ji Yu and falls into a desperate situation, if you try to stop him secretly, wouldn't you be dishonoring yourself and making a fool of yourself?"
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Qiao Wantang asked: "Why should I stop it?"
Qiao Hongpo said anxiously: "He is Suning, yes, but he and my uncle..."
Qiao Wantang put down the message jade slip, waved his hand and continued: "Suning may lose, but Lin'an will not lose."
"because......"
Rarely showing off her little daughter's charm, the peerless beauty ranked second on the Luo Shen list lightly opened her red lips and said: "My Lin'an has never lost."
Qiao Hongpo was confused by the vague explanation.
So she stood in front of the chopping board in a daze, trying to figure out the hidden meaning of Qiao Wantang's words.
"Suning, uncle?"
"My uncle's last ray of soul..."
"The odds of winning are not good, only 30% at most."
Asking and answering questions, Qiao Hongpo couldn't figure it out.
Qiao Wantang picked up the spiritual tea and glanced outside the hall, and said in a soft voice that gradually turned cold: "Come in."
