This barren field of jagged rocks was mockingly called the Sect Leaders' Dragon Pit. No one knew how many sect leaders had met their deaths here. The past had become history, and fallen lives could not be restored. Only the lush wild grass stubbornly took root here, lending the place at least a trace of life.
Few sect leaders would come to this ominous place. Yet after many years, the tale belonging to this place was about to come full circle once more. Yue Qianchou stood quietly atop a relatively flat rock, his calm gaze fixed on Feng Jiuru and the others. Suddenly, the wind rose sharply, and the wild grass among the rocks swayed unsteadily, patch after patch. They seemed to sense something as well. Withered yellow blades of grass rose and scattered through the air, no one knowing where they would fall.
Under Feng Jiuru's nearly frantic secret urging, Lan Hao and the other three had no choice. Yet before coming here, the rift between the four senior and junior brothers caused by the struggle for the sect leader's position had already been resolved. They all knew that even if they won, the Tianxia Chamber of Commerce's experts likely would not let them return safely to the Four Islands of Huguang. But they had no choice but to do this. Feng Jiuru likewise would not let them return safely, not to mention that he was using their families as a threat.
Thus, they made an agreement among themselves. If any one of the four was fortunate enough to return, then for the sake of their former brotherhood, he would take the sect leader's token of the four islands and restore them into a single sect. Their respective families were entrusted to him as well.
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