Early the next morning, Wang Chen quietly left Weifa City and returned to his guard station.
Although Weifa City was the only city in the Yinming Realm and the West Sea Sect's main stronghold in this world, it was not only exceptionally safe but also fully equipped with every conceivable facility.
There was even a Carefree Pavilion for wine, women, wealth, and pleasure.
Wang Chen could well understand why his fellow disciples splurged Spirit Stones at the Carefree Pavilion. After all, when pioneering the wilderness alone and facing demon spirits and Evil Spirits that could strike at any time, even Purple Mansion cultivators found it difficult to ignore the pressure of survival.
Coming to Weifa City for a couple of days each month to vent and unwind was actually beneficial to cultivation.
But Wang Chen's resolve was beyond what those disciples born into the cultivation world could compare with. He had clawed his way up from a minor cultivator at the bottom layer of the Yunyang Sect, his life rising and falling as he drifted from place to place. Long ago, he had tempered his Dao heart until it was harder than bedrock.
It would not be shaken easily!
Yet after he returned to the guard station, the talisman messages from Mou Guangji suddenly became less frequent.
They had once come every three or four days, but now one arrived only every ten days or half a month, and the contents were all vague and hollow.
There was not a single mention of matters concerning the Mutual Alliance Society.
Wang Chen understood. He had been excluded!
He surmised that this might not have been Mou Guangji's own decision. This senior brother was an exceedingly shrewd and tactful man, with no need to offend him so directly. It was likely someone