The Immortal-Trace Forest had a master as well. Wherever the strong went, they had a place. Someone like Ning Ye's master, who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Lord, was effectively the master of the forest here.
The Forest Master controlled all its resources, reportedly including the life and death of every immortal here.
Ning Ye's master was called Qun Cang. Supposedly, he had five or six beautiful female immortal concubines and a whole heap of children.
Ning Ye was far more than merely his disciple. Supposedly, he was the child of one of those concubines. Because of his handsome looks, Qun Cang doted on him especially.
To keep his other wives and concubines from growing jealous, he had protected Ning Ye by presenting him as a disciple. After all, there had been no shortage of open and covert struggles within that imperial palace-like mansion. For an outstanding child to survive, they also needed a few tricks up their sleeve.
Actually, the pot was calling the kettle black. If I had not been the Father God of the three thousand Proving Dao Universes, I likewise would have been unable to keep all those wives and concubines in check. I had also heard one thing or another about the infighting among the children.
Even their mothers had formed factions. Of course, so long as it did not involve life or death, their struggles were all minor matters.
Though I protected my children, that did not mean I would let them run wild. If they committed heinous crimes, I had already thought it through: princes and commoners would be punished alike.
Just as Qun Cang led a group of immortals charging out of the largest cavern dwelling, Yun Rong'er hurriedly grabbed my sleeve in fright. "Master! That's the Forest Master