Pan Yun shook her head, her eyes shining. "But I know it's something very fierce, very powerful."
"They are demons," Zhang Li said. "These demons began revealing themselves to the world during the Southern Song. The more chaotic and unsettled the realm became, the more rampant they grew. Through the Southern Song and the Jin-Yuan periods—especially the later Yuan—these fiends wreaked havoc everywhere. It was not until the Ming Dynasty was founded that the Grand Ancestor High Emperor ordered my Zhang Family to lead the Daoists, monks, and cultivators of the realm in suppressing them."
"The three demons that committed the most evil and were the most formidable were separately sealed in three locations around Mount Longhu. The demon beneath the Cliff of Contemplation was the most powerful one back then, while the other demons were sealed throughout the four directions, suppressed by dragon veins. This time, the late Emperor met with disaster, and the Ming Dynasty nearly fell. The fate of the nation is bound to the dragon veins, and all these demons wished to seize the chance to emerge. That is why I had you look into the Dragon Diagram when you returned. If you intend to become a National Preceptor worthy of the name, then you must know of this matter."
Pan Yun's eyes rolled. This had clearly always been the Zhang Family's responsibility. Her Senior Sister was having her take it over under the identity of National Preceptor—she was planning to divide the Zhang Family's power.
First divide their authority, then struggle against her, the treacherous National Preceptor, and finally ride the momentum to unite the people's hearts and carry out reforms...
Pan Yun's mind spun out an entire drama. Her gaze at Xuan Miao was filled with admiration. "Senior Sister, impressive!"
Unaware of the storms