"Three, six, nine grades—those above restrain those below?" Mo Hua looked puzzled. "Why had I never heard of such rules in Void Gate?"
"Void Gate?" Yu Canghai froze, somewhat surprised. "You were actually a disciple of Void Gate?"
Mo Hua nodded.
Yu Canghai sighed. "No wonder..."
He was actually a disciple of one of the Eight Great Sects.
He had often heard that Void Gate had now declined, its disciples each generation worse than the last.
Yet he had never expected that he would casually encounter a Void Gate disciple outside with strength this unfathomable.
It seemed most rumors in this world were untrue.
Void Gate was a branch of an ancient sect. Its blessings endured, and its foundations truly ran unfathomably deep...
Yu Canghai could not help but regard Void Gate more highly.
He sighed again and slowly said:
"Void Gate's inheritance differs somewhat from that of our Water Prison Sect. Your path is upright and aboveboard, one of transmitting the Dao and teaching disciples. The inheritance within your sect may be divided into three, six, and nine grades, but it would not make such an obvious distinction as 'those above restrain those below.'"
Mo Hua asked curiously, "You know about Void Gate's inheritance too?"
Yu Canghai nodded slightly. "Naturally. Though Water Prison Sect has declined, we have at least preserved some sect records that document the flourishing state of the various sects a thousand years ago."
"A thousand years ago..."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and his interest was piqued.
Yu Canghai pondered for a moment, then continued:
"According to the records of Water Prison Sect, Void Gate of that era was not considered among the very strongest of the hundreds or thousands of sects in Ganxue Prefecture, but it was enough to make everyone wary. The fundamental