Just as expected...
Before dawn the next day, an old acquaintance came calling. He announced himself as being from the God of Release Cult.
"It's you, Cultist Jiang!"
Zhou You was startled upon seeing the visitor. It was none other than an old acquaintance—Jiang Nie, once a White Robe Cultist of the Southern Hall.
Dressed in a red robe, Jiang Nie introduced himself with a smile. "I have changed identities now. I am no longer a White Robe Cultist, but a Red Robe Ascetic. You may simply call me Cultivator Jiang!"
Having said that, he cupped his hands. "Young Master Zhou, you and I are fated. From the north all the way to the capital."
"I will not beat around the bush. Your young master is destined to share a bond with the God of Release Cult. By the Hall Master's order, I have come to request your permission to send the young master into our cult, where he may learn the supreme Great Dao!"
He paused before offering a promise. "Several of your concubines come from the Qi Family. That family name is ordinarily plain and unremarkable, but when combined with the secret glyph of our God of Release Cult, 'Prayer,' it can turn decay into magic."
"If the young master enters our cult, he will surely learn the supreme Great Dao!"
Well, well. As expected, the news had gotten out. Even the God of Release Cult had come to meddle.
Zhou You did not refuse outright. Instead, he asked, "Your Hall Master?"
"Indeed. Our Western Hall Master thirsts for talent. There are also several brothers within the cult who are your old acquaintances."
Jiang Nie said, "Young Master Zhou, your bond with the God of Release Cult runs deep. You ought to..."
Before he could finish, Zhou You