Migration

At last, they had reached an agreement.

They signed the accord.

The cultivators of the Hehuan Sect and Beast Taming Sect were released.

During this period, Taiyi had been so busy his feet barely touched the ground. He was hardly ever in the main hall; even two or three quarter-hours counted as a long stay.

Coordinating so many matters was certainly no easy task, yet Taiyi had managed everything in perfect order. Even when trouble arose, it was swiftly calmed.

As the master of a sect, Taiyi's control over the sect was so meticulous that it felt as though the sect itself were an extension of him.

Sometimes, Tu Shan Jun thought that perhaps it would have been best if Taiyi had not picked him up again.

But that was merely something he said. He had promised Taiyi long ago, and with his nature of treating a single word as a nine-tripod promise, unless he encountered an irresistible force, he would not break his word.

Hearing Tu Shan Jun say this, Donghai Jun of Guixu within the banner could not help but laugh.

He did not explain anything to Tu Shan Jun. The matter was obvious: neither could become a force without the other.

People said heroes would always have their day in the sun, but they should know that the times made heroes. When luck descended upon one, one could run across a steel wire with eyes closed and be fine. Without that measure of luck, even if everything was prepared, all manner of troubles would tie one's hands and feet; one might even fail to carry out the simplest order.

Sunlight spilled down, blazing white light spread across the road. Tu Shan Jun sat in a small blacksmith's shop within the city, the clanging of hammer on iron