Startling Situation

Taiyi's secret arrival.

Other than the upper echelons of the sect, no one knew where Taiyi had gone. Qian Fei handled the affairs of Great Central City. Ever since he had reached the middle stage of Golden Core and comprehended a Dharma Domain, sensing the hardship of his own Dao Path, Qian Fei had voluntarily asked to leave the sect. After years of accumulation, he was only one step away from the late stage.

Yet that single step had stumped who knew how many heroes.

Taiyi increasingly felt that there were not enough hands. Many cities were governed by Taiyi Sect's Attendants—that was, those subordinate forces. But Attendants were Attendants in the end; they were not family.

They could gather together because of circumstance, and they could scatter like monkeys when circumstance changed.

As a major sect, Taiyi did not look down on Attendants or cultivators who had attached themselves to the sect. He simply trusted the sect's own disciples more.

Now, he could only wait for those dozen or so promising seedlings in the sect to form their Golden Cores.

All the necessary resources had already been prepared. Whether they could succeed depended on themselves.

Precisely because the sect lacked backbone strength, they needed to recruit more people. The death of True Lord Black Ox of Golden Ao Palace had likewise weighed heavily on Taiyi's heart. After all, he had been a comrade who once fought shoulder to shoulder with him, and a central pillar for facing Hehuan Sect in the future. To die so simply—would that not introduce even greater variables into the situation he had painstakingly pieced together?

Twelve Towers.

Zhengyang.

The white-robed, barefoot cultivator lifted his tea bowl and smiled faintly. Setting it down, he rose and greeted them loudly. "You two Daoist friends have come