"Yitian? The information you asked me to look into a few days ago has finally yielded some results." Nong Guofu sprawled over his desk, sitting in a thoroughly improper posture.
"Really? Where is Li Mufan now?" I hurriedly asked. The Qian Kun Dao had fallen into decline, and news had even come out that Sword Slaves would ultimately become sword pills—a nasty downside. I no longer had much goodwill toward them either.
"His current whereabouts are hard to say. They're all unaffiliated now, with nowhere to settle. The last time we tracked him down, Old Li was still in Hexian, performing exorcisms for a family. His situation was pretty miserable too. Our people made contact with him, and that fellow had quite some backbone. He refused to join our Tianyi Dao." Nong Guofu explained, then straightened up when he saw me staring at him and said seriously, "You said Li Poxiao and Li Duanyue became Earth Immortals, didn't you? My guess—though I could certainly be wrong—is that they'll probably appear at this gathering."
"To reclaim their mountain gate?" I mused. That would make sense. After all, the entire Qian Kun Dao's immortal mountains were now occupied by elite disciples from other sects for cultivation. They had even been arranged as the center of the venue, with a group of Earth Immortals stationed there.
There should be immortal energy there. After all, places with Earth Immortals might well contain immortal energy. And it would only be natural for Li Poxiao and Li Duanyue to choose a time when everyone was present to demand their mountain gate back. They were the true heirs of the Qian Kun Dao, after all. With the rightful owners arriving while cultivators from across the world had gathered, surely no one could refuse to reason with them,