Morning sunlight cleaved across the earth and mountains, swept over the Outer Sect City, while disciples continuously flew in and out, busy and oppressed.
Inside a certain manor.
Chen Xuanjin's Nascent Soul floated within the main hall, his head lowered as he trembled with tension.
Before him sat a man in the seat of honor. He wore a black robe embroidered with dragon patterns, and his face was young and handsome, yet the majesty emanating from between his brows lent him an oppressive air utterly at odds with his appearance. His long hair was gathered beneath a silver crown carved with qilin motifs. Simply sitting there, he possessed the bearing of one who alone reigned supreme.
"Your younger brother was slain by Thousand Autumn Pavilion's Demonic Cultivators, and now you have been severely injured by the Flying Leaf Sword Immortal. Tell me, could Zuo Yijian's master be connected to Thousand Autumn Pavilion?" the black-robed man slowly asked.
His tone was calm, as though he were discussing some trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Chen Xuanjin hastily raised his head and said, "That possibility cannot be ruled out. It is no rare thing for Thousand Autumn Pavilion to plant spies in the Taixuan Sect. Hadn't you said before that there must be Thousand Autumn Pavilion spies among the higher ranks? Hasn't one now stepped forward?"
Offending Zuo Yijian was bound to bring endless trouble. If he could topple the backer behind Zuo Yijian, then Chen Xuanjin would have nothing to fear from Zuo Yijian.
The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling upon Chen Xuanjin and frightening him into hurriedly lowering his head.
The main hall sank into silence once more.
After a long while.
The black-robed man said in a ghostly tone, "Prepare to set up