Sect Master Chu Xi summoned Lin Bai to Flower Valley today and laid out almost everything about Tianshui Sect's current situation, foundations, and strength.
As a result, Lin Bai gained an entirely new understanding of Tianshui Sect's power.
Chu Xi continued, "Besides all that, there's one more thing I have to tell you."
Confusion showed in Lin Bai's eyes. "What is it?"
Chu Xi drew a deep breath. "It concerns Tianshui Sect's Dao Tradition. Only the Sect Masters of successive generations have known about this. Likewise, it is Tianshui Sect's final trump card."
Lin Bai pricked up his ears and listened to Chu Xi with rapt attention.
Lin Bai only knew that Tianshui Sect had been founded hundreds of thousands of years ago. After weathering countless trials, it had finally become one of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects of Chu.
But because so much time had passed, and because it was entangled with many secrets of the Devil Realm, very few records remained from hundreds of thousands of years ago.
It was as though someone had deliberately erased the history that had once existed.
Chu Xi said slowly, "When you became Tianshui Sect's Holy Son, you went to Sacred Island to pay your respects to the Ancestor. Did you notice the words written beside the Ancestor's portrait?"
Lin Bai remembered the Ancestor's portrait very clearly.
It depicted a young Daoist priest, with a line of small characters beside him: "Founding Ancestor of Tianshui Sect, Xuan Fengzi, Shen Jun!"
Chu Xi said, "I remember that when you saw the Ancestor's portrait, you asked me why the Ancestor was actually a Daoist priest."
"Mm!" Lin Bai said heavily, "The Sect Master was very impatient back then, like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fobbed me off and never told