Above the long street, water vapor rose as rain and mist mingled.
Zhao Jin stood in the hazy drizzle, a look of grief and bitterness on his face.
He excelled at searching and concealment. The divine abilities formed from his Natal Magical Artifact were [Soul Trace] and [Moon Concealment], respectively.
One could track someone for a thousand miles, while the other could conceal his own presence.
With these two divine abilities, he was even confident he could evade the Misty Rain No-Leakage Plate's search for a short while.
So when someone exposed his whereabouts with a single sentence, he knew that person's strength far surpassed his own.
"Buddhism, the Western Extremity Kingdom. You want to ally with the Great Luo Sect?"
Zhao Jin reacted quickly and immediately thought of the reason Buddhism had sent people here.
Given the current situation, if Buddhism wanted to break the deadlock, the only force with a chance of winning over a faction that possessed a Peak Expert was the Great Luo Sect.
Ever since Qingxu had slaughtered Ming Province and caused the Great Blue Dynasty's National Fortune to suffer heavy losses, the grudge between the Great Luo Sect and the Great Blue Dynasty had been impossible to wash clean.
Even though Qingxu and the group that had followed him into rebellion were all dead, every account stemming from the series of disasters that later befell the Great Blue Dynasty had to be charged, at least in part, to the Great Luo Sect!
Likewise, from being the Daoist leader to now being reduced to sealing its mountain gates, how could the Great Luo Sect possibly bear no hatred for the Great Blue Dynasty?
Decades of fellowship between fellow disciples had not vanished simply because the rebels had died. Could the survivors of the Great Luo