After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 463 Cooperation
The others in the room nodded in agreement, and the young man was about to leave to continue keeping watch.

But just then, a rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the window of the room where they were.

Seeing this, the Third Elder turned his head to look, then flicked his finger and used his strength to knock open the window latch.

Immediately afterwards, a young figure opened the window from the outside and quickly slipped into the room.

"Greetings to the Third Elder and all the elders."

The arriving young man spoke in a low voice, but the Third Elder waved his hand and spoke first:
What's the current situation with the fifth brother?

"This is a long story. The Fifth Elder is unable to leave for the time being, so he specifically ordered me to deliver the message."

The young man shook his head. The girl Ah Xiu and the Fifth Elder were worried that leaving together would make them too conspicuous and attract attention, so they asked him to go out and deliver the message quietly first.

Then, without waiting for the Fifth Elder to continue asking questions, the young man said with a serious expression:
"We didn't get the White Tiger's Fang; it's now in the hands of the Eighth Prince of Dali."

"Furthermore, the Fifth Elder does not recommend that we obtain the White Tiger Fang from that prince again, and hopes that the clan can come up with other solutions."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room, including the Fifth Elder, looked rather grim. The Fifth Elder and the others not obtaining the White Tiger Fang was bad news in itself, not to mention that the White Tiger Fang had fallen into the hands of the Eighth Prince of Dali, who now controls the Hidden Killing Pavilion.

"No, this matter must be reported to the clan elders immediately!"

The Third Elder did not intend to blame the young man. He left a solemn sentence and did not ask any more questions. He then concealed himself and left.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Third Elder stealthily entered a large mansion in the western part of Baidi City.

The mansion in front of them was a secret stronghold of the Jingjue Ancient City's remnants in Baidi City. After entering the mansion, the Third Elder did not linger and went straight to the ancestral hall in the backyard.

However, before he even stepped through the outer gate of the ancestral hall, a hoarse and aged voice rang in his ears:

"Little Sanzi, what brings you here? Did something happen?"

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder immediately stopped, bowed in the direction of the ancestral hall, and then briefly explained the situation of the White Tiger's Fang.

After hearing the Third Elder's report, there was a noticeable silence in the ancestral hall for a while.

After a moment, the aged voice rang out again, saying:
"No rush. While the White Tiger's Fang is important, it's not indispensable. We still have other ways to open the White Emperor's Tomb."

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder subconsciously looked up and glanced into the ancestral hall. The clan elder in front of him, after hearing the news, did not mention anything about reclaiming the White Tiger's Fang, but instead planned to think of another way.

Clearly, even the clan elders seemed extremely wary of the eighth prince of Dali and had no intention of making a move against him.

"So what do we need to do next?"

The Third Elder respectfully inquired about the ancestral hall before him. Before this, their most important task was the White Tiger's Fang. As for the clan's other specific plans, only the elders and the First Elder knew about them.

"You must keep a close eye on news from Baidi City, especially the Eighth Prince of Dali. Now that he has obtained the White Tiger Fang, he must know its true purpose. It's hard to guarantee that he won't have designs on the White Emperor's Tomb."

The aged voice from the ancestral hall slowly drifted over again, saying:
"As for what will happen to the clan next, we have our own plans. We will inform you when we need your help."

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder immediately nodded in agreement and did not pursue the matter further. Since the plan concerned the revival of the clan, it was best to keep it a secret from as few people as possible; for now, all they could do was fulfill their own duties.

Then, the voice from the ancestral hall gave the third elder a few words of advice before letting him leave in peace.

Not long after the Third Elder left, a voice suddenly echoed from within the ancestral hall, resounding from somewhere within the mansion:

"Have your ancestor come to the ancestral hall to see us."

Upon hearing this, a young man in a room in the mansion suddenly opened his eyes from his cultivation, and then frowned slightly.

However, he did not hesitate for long and immediately opened a secret passage in the room and slipped inside.

Not long after, the young man followed a middle-aged man wearing a half-black and white mask out of the underground passage.

"The remnants of the ancient city of Jingjue have finally come to you, Master."

The young man spoke in a low voice, then glanced towards the ancestral hall. The middle-aged man wearing a mask remained calm and said:

"It was expected. Since they couldn't get the White Tiger Fang, they had no choice but to cooperate with us."

After saying that, the middle-aged man waved his hand, telling the young man to stay, and then disappeared from the spot.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing half a black and white mask descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard of the ancestral hall of the mansion.

At the same time, an elderly man sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in the center of the ancestral hall slightly raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man outside the door.

The old man, dressed in grey, with a full head of silver hair and white eyebrows reaching his chest, spoke:
"I saved your life back then and took you in to develop the Green Mountain Tower's power in the Western Desert. Now it's time for you to repay the kindness of my clan."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man wearing a half-black and white mask nodded slightly and said:

“I will always remember the kindness of the Sixth Patriarch. I once proposed that Qingshan Tower cooperate with the remnants of the Jingjue Ancient City to take down the Tomb of the White Emperor.”

"It's a pity that you are too suspicious, always thinking that I have ulterior motives. But I have always respected you and am not an ungrateful person."

"Moreover, as descendants of the Great Qi, we, like you, all hope to one day restore our clan and our country. I'm sure you can understand me..."

However, before the master of Qingshan Tower could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the elder in the ancestral hall, who said:
"That's enough. Once the White Emperor's Tomb is opened, I will personally decide to share some of the benefits with your Green Mountain Pavilion."

As he spoke, the old man gave the Green Mountain Pavilion Master a deep look, then changed the subject:

"However, after this matter, you must agree to one condition: lead Qingshan Tower out of the Western Desert. As for where you want to go among the Five Kingdoms, that is none of my business."

Upon hearing this, the Green Mountain Pavilion Master, wearing a black and white mask, displayed an unreadable expression. He remained silent for a moment before saying:
"It seems you still don't trust me, but since it's your request, I will comply. After all, Qingshan Tower's goal is not this Western Desert."

The white-browed old man in the ancestral hall slowly withdrew his gaze, then closed his eyes and said:
"Now that you've agreed, you can't go back on your word in the future, or don't blame me for not showing any mercy."

The owner of Qingshan Tower nodded and said:
"Of course, I always keep my word!"

(End of this chapter)