Zuo Wentao knew Celestial Fool Master was somewhat pedantic and adhered strictly to rules. If he spoke directly, the other party would certainly not listen.

He could only persuade indirectly: "Master Uncle, Ao Qiong is proud and arrogant. He has a grudge against Gao Xuan but insists on you taking action; there's something wrong here. Our Daoist Sect and the Celestial Court belong to the same lineage, and we shouldn't be manipulated by the Dragon Race to kill each other..."

"What you say makes a bit of sense."

Celestial Fool Master always considered this nephew to be particularly selfish, but what he said was also right. Why should they be directed by Ao Qiong?

Moreover, seeing Zuo Wentao so terrified, it was evident that Gao Xuan truly had some ability.

Although Celestial Fool Master was confident, he didn't want to risk his life over this.

Qiong Country was important, but ultimately not as important as his six thousand years of Dao Practice. However, to just give up Qiong Country seemed highly unethical.

Celestial Fool Master asked Zuo Wentao, "Do you have any way to solve this matter?"

Zuo Wentao thought for a moment and said, "Master Uncle, you can initially placate Ao Qiong for a while. Winter is approaching soon, and Ao Qiong can't go against the heavenly timing. It will at least buy us a few more months."

"Will that solve the problem?" Celestial Fool Master seemed unconvinced. Having lived for so long, a few months felt like just a blink of an eye. He doubted the significance of delaying for such a short time.

Zuo Wentao smiled bitterly. This Master Uncle was really naive. He said, "I see Gao Xuan as a person with an aloof and indifferent character, deep and unfathomable, with methods that are ruthless and tough. I'll think of a way, perhaps get Gao Xuan to deal with Ao Qiong first..."

"Very well, let's delay for a while then."

Celestial Fool Master waved his sleeve, closing the Water Mirror.

The Spiritual Light from the magic enveloping Zuo Wentao dissipated accordingly.

Zuo Wentao sighed deeply, facing the National Preceptor Tao Jun seated opposite him. He had initially intended to sit and watch the spectacle, but now he no longer had the qualifications to be an observer.

Upon thinking about it, he felt restless and uneasy.

Having lived for over two thousand years, Gao Xuan was the most difficult person he had encountered. Gao Xuan's mind was too deep; no one knew what he was thinking. It was also unclear what he intended to do.

Though already a Human Immortal Level powerhouse, he was content to remain in a small place like Wuyuan Country, which was even more bizarre.

Zuo Wentao said to Tao Jun with a bitter smile, "Things don't look good, I beseech you, National Preceptor, to save me."

As he spoke, he rose and bowed deeply to Tao Jun, who hurriedly stood up to support him: "Fellow Daoist, there's no need for this."

Zuo Wentao took the opportunity to grab Tao Jun's hand, "National Preceptor, only you can help me now..."

As Tao Jun felt Zuo Wentao holding his hand, a wave of discomfort surged in his heart, and he wanted to pull his hand away forcefully. However, doing so would seem impolite.

He could only softly reassure him, "Fellow Daoist, feel free to speak your mind. With our friendship, I will certainly do my utmost to help..."

Only then did Zuo Wentao release his hand. After helping Tao Jun back to his seat, he steadied himself before sitting back down.

He waved his hand to withdraw the illusory maid, personally taking the teapot to pour tea for Tao Jun, "National Preceptor, Ao Qiong is vicious, actually forcing my Master Uncle to become enemies with Celestial Master Gao. What's to be done about this..."

Zuo Wentao did not hide anything; at this moment, he needed Tao Jun's help, so he laid everything out.

The crucial point was that Ao Qiong was also an enemy of Wuyuan Country, as well as Tao Jun's adversary. Tao Jun was someone he could trust.

After listening, Tao Jun was also a bit troubled. This Ao Qiong was indeed crafty, knowing how to use a borrowed knife to kill. Moreover, it was a forced use of a borrowed knife.

He asked Zuo Wentao, "Do you have any solution?"

Zuo Wentao's face showed some determination: "The only plan now is to go to the Celestial Master Temple and explain this to Celestial Master Gao, confess our faults, and seek his guidance..."

Tao Jun nodded, admitting Zuo Wentao's strategy was somewhat disgraceful yet quite clever. By clarifying the matter, it would be up to Gao Xuan to arrange things. In effect, it placed the burden onto Gao Xuan.

If Gao Xuan did not want to fall out with Yu Jing Dao, he would have to devise a way to handle Ao Qiong first.

Tao Jun thought for a moment and said, "When you seek Celestial Master Gao, you shouldn't go empty-handed. Fellow Daoist, you must at least present a significant treasure to show sincerity."

Tao Jun emphasized, "Celestial Master Gao might not care much about gifts, but presenting them is a matter of etiquette."

Zuo Wentao could only smile bitterly, acknowledging the logic in Tao Jun's words. Gao Xuan seemed indifferent to Magical Treasures, but presenting treasures primarily expressed sincerity. Furthermore, the more valuable the gift, the more sincerity it demonstrated.

The saying of sending goose feathers from a thousand miles, expressing heavy feelings with a light gift, only applies to one's family and friends.

When gifting to others, there's absolutely no logic to sending light gifts with heavy intentions.

Zuo Wentao gritted his teeth silently, "Thank you, National Preceptor, for your guidance. I almost made a grave mistake."

He said, "I happen to have three hundred and sixty grains of Merak Star Sand in my possession. This item seems ordinary but has been polished over billions of years in the Star River, containing endless intricacies. Unfortunately, my Dao Practice is insufficient, and I can't refine it into an instrument."

Tao Jun listened with a bit of envy. Zuo Wentao had hidden it well; he actually possessed Merak Star Sand. Known for its divine properties, he had never seen such a thing.

Tao Jun wanted to ask Zuo Wentao to take a look at it, but upon reconsidering, there is no point in just looking. He stood up and bowed, "Fellow Daoist, go ahead. I shall also take my leave."

After Tao Jun left, Zuo Wentao then took out three hundred and sixty grains of Merak Star Sand from his Qiankun Pouch. The deep blue Star Sand was only the size of a rice grain but had nine points, each glowing with a beautiful star glint, forming a very unique shape.

Zuo Wentao played with it in his hand for a while before resolutely placing the three hundred and sixty grains of Merak Star Sand into a delicate wooden box.

The three hundred and sixty grains of Merak Star Sand had been in his possession for several hundred years,

Legend had it that Merak Star Sand had Great Divine Techniques, and once refined into a Magical Artifact, it could be invincible.

For centuries, Zuo Wentao tried every method to refine it, but he always fell short.

The problem was that if Celestial Fool made a move, he would irrevocably fall out with Gao Xuan. If Celestial Fool won, there would be no issue, but the problem was that his Master Uncle had almost no chance of winning against Gao Xuan.