"Uncle Master Wu, war is perilous, and right now the Red Leaf Palace might have mobilized its entire army, determined to succeed. Are you sure you won't consider seeking refuge with me?"
Zhou Ping'an knew that a forced melon was not sweet.
People were intent on the fertile lands of Yunzhou, aspiring for the prosperity of their sect.
No matter how he looked at it, his modest family business was not even considered.
Therefore, there was no need to say much, just a casual inquiry; if it worked, it worked, if not, then it did not.
"This..."
Wu Changsong wanted to mention the Inner Residence Elder's full support for Yunzhou's war efforts, but then he thought it might seem like he was throwing his weight around.
Considering the attitude of Old Daoist Cang Wu he had seen earlier, he dared not say it.
Even one of the Four Palace Holy Mothers of the Red Lotus Sect, the Red Leaf Palace Master, was so cautious around Zhou Ping'an, surely there was something he did not know.
