Fire Perch Mountain.
A full three days later, Su Yi met Huang Hongyao, who had come to seek him out, in his cave abode.
"How are things in Wutong Zhai?"
Su Yi took out a wine flask and poured Huang Hongyao a cup.
Huang Hongyao merely said, "The tree has yet to fall, but the monkeys already mean to scatter."
After pondering it briefly, Su Yi understood.
Wutong Zhai's backer was the Mystic Phoenix God Race.
As the Mystic Phoenix God Race's control over the Good Fortune Celestial Domain weakened step by step, Wutong Zhai's circumstances were destined to grow increasingly dire.
The key was that most of those working for Wutong Zhai were not members of the Mystic Phoenix God Race.
Knowing full well that Wutong Zhai's prospects were bleak, its people were bound to become restless!
Huang Hongyao drained the wine in her cup. "With me here, you need not concern yourself with Wutong Zhai's affairs."
Su Yi nodded.
As the helmswoman of Wutong Zhai and a Dao Ancestor-level existence, she naturally had no need for him to worry about handling its internal affairs.
Next, Huang Hongyao brought up the main matter.
She had arranged a patrol territory for Su Yi, the newly appointed Patrol Envoy of Wutong Zhai. It was located in the northwestern frontier of the Yunlan Realm, in a place called Green Frost Continent.
"At such a critical juncture, serving as Wutong Zhai's Patrol Envoy is an arduous, thankless task fraught with immense danger."
Huang Hongyao lightly rubbed her brow with her fingertips. "You know what happened in the Crimson Snow Mountain Range. The Patrol Envoy stationed there and more than a hundred Patrol Guards were all brutally slaughtered by the Bi Fang God Race."
"And now that Taihao Yun Jue has appeared, setting aside