Hearing this, Xiang Yang was genuinely intrigued, and his earlier suspicions were confirmed as well.
The Dark Alliance was merely the product of incapable people playing at power politics. To neither Xiang Yang nor Shui Wuhen did it amount to much; it was beneath notice and held no attraction for them.
But if there was another force behind the Dark Alliance, that was different. Since Shui Wuhen had said so, he clearly attached great importance to that force—perhaps even feared it. That was a rare sight.
From Shui Wuhen's conduct and tone just now, one could tell that he was an exceedingly arrogant, proud, and domineering man. Any force he regarded highly could not be simple.
There are only a few powers in the world that could make Shui Wuhen take them so seriously: Great Zhou, Buddhism, Daoism, and the demonic sects. Great Zhou, the Buddhist sects, and the Daoist Sect would never do something so petty and underhanded. The Dark Alliance must be something concocted by the demonic sects. It may not even be confined to Yongzhou—other great provinces likely have similar organizations.
What are they trying to do? They were only granted titles by Great Zhou not long ago, and already they want to stir up wind and rain, carve out territories for self-rule, and recruit masters. Could it be that they intend to overturn Great Zhou's rule?
Several thoughts flashed through Xiang Yang's mind, and suspicion arose within him.
A worried look appeared between his brows. If that was truly the case, he would have to report it to his superiors as soon as possible. The Divine Constable Gate surely would not stand idly by.
Leaving aside the grudges, entanglements, and irreconcilable hatred between the demonic sects and himself, their actions alone were bound to plunge the