Hetian Mountain, within the Jin Family's main hall, inside a secret chamber forged entirely from black magnetic mystic iron.
Sandalwood incense burned slowly, making the entire chamber seem even more mysterious and unfathomable.
Four people had gathered within the chamber. Merely standing there, each of them exuded immense authority.
Jin Xuanhen, who could summon wind and rain within the Jin Family, had instead become the lowliest of the four. He took out Bright Heart Tea, brewed it, and warmly entertained the other three.
Before him sat a man clad in a Python Robe, looking like a prince of the blood. It was none other than West King Real Person, who had led the assault on the Taiyi Sect years ago.
Among all those Golden Core cultivators back then, only Zitian Real Person had been able to withstand him head-on.
That was also why Jin Xuanhen dared to return to the Jin Family from Taichang Market.
Now, he was not afraid that the Ye Family and Chu Yanqing would not come. On the contrary, he feared they would not come.
Those Golden Core cultivators of the Taiyi Sect had used this as an excuse to keep themselves occupied.
If they helped the Qinghe Sect expose the Ye Family, it would be a tremendous merit. Even within the Qinghe Sect, they would become meritorious subjects. Why would they need to mind the Taiyi Sect's attitude?
Perhaps in the future, if the Qinghe Sect unified Yan Country in one fell swoop, it would still be uncertain who the spirit mountains of the Taichang Mountain Range would belong to.
"Daoist Jin, relax. Joining the Qinghe Sect is absolutely the wisest move your Jin Family could make."
"Do you really think the Taiyi Sect can withstand the iron hooves of my Qinghe Sect? If Medicine