In this world, the Daode Immortal Sect is a major force.
"Do you still want to kill Jun Dongjin?"
Mu Qingliu glanced at Mu Mengting and asked.
"No."
"Sect Master, I can swear that I will not lay a hand on Jun Dongjin."
Mu Mengting said without hesitation.
As long as he could become an Ancient Saint of Refine Void and become the leader of the Immortal Sect.
What would Jun Dongjin count for then?
At this moment, Mu Mengting had vaguely understood the 'mentality' that Mu Qingliu had mentioned.
Even Jun Dongjin, whom he once regarded as a major threat, would eventually serve him and guard the great business of the Immortal Sect for him.
In such a situation, Mu Mengting would rather see more talents like Jun Dongjin emerge, why kill them?
"Wuji is Jun Dongjin's younger son, lacking the Spirit Root, and seldom leaves the Cloud Mist Blessed Land, posing no threat to you..."
Mu Qingliu once again spoke.
"Sect Master."
"You underestimate me too much."