Southern Ridge Chancellor Lu

A single lapse in vigilance could bring calamity, even if one had secluded oneself deep in the mountains and old forests.

It was exceedingly dangerous.

But as the saying went, calamity and fortune leaned upon each other.

Beneath tribulation, danger and opportunity coexisted. It might well be a great stroke of fortune.

A wild ambition flashed through the middle-aged Daoist's eyes. Gazing northward, he shook his head again and again. "The situation in Lingnan Commandery is already settled, and it faintly shows signs of taking flight. For our West River Sect to discover it only now—what a mistake."

There was no regret in his words. Instead, one could hear thick, overflowing delight.

He had remained in the Yin Spirit Realm for many years, with no hope of breaking through. Now, however, the calamity of Great Sui might give him a chance to advance.

How could he not be delighted?

Hearing this, the old Daoist's gloomy expression eased somewhat, and he too smiled. "I hear that this Governor Zhao Jian of Lingnan rose to prominence in little more than ten years, charging forward like a bamboo split by a blade and carving out an immense reputation. Now, the entire Lingnan lies under his control. I fear it won't be long before he is enfeoffed as a marquis and proclaimed king. In time, he may even have hope of transforming into a dragon. For our West River Sect to discover this now is not too late."

Great Sui had truly descended into chaos only twenty or thirty years ago.

And Zhao Jian had risen even later than that.

To cultivators like them, twenty or thirty years was merely a single secluded cultivation session. Naturally, they had not been able to notice so quickly.

"Correct."

"It isn't too late."

The middle-aged Daoist chuckled