This question sounded simple enough—just a question.
Yet the information it revealed touched on far more, on much deeper matters.
Why had this mysterious organization been created? What was its purpose?
On the small scale, perhaps someone had simply been bored out of his mind, with no particular purpose or inclination, creating it purely for the sake of creating it.
He could gain a sense of accomplishment from it. That was his purpose.
On the grand scale, there were no bounds to the possibilities. Murder and arson were merely minor paths; rebellion was hardly impossible.
Especially in this day and age, when the Tian Yuan Dynasty was gradually running out of steam. Though it still bore some traces of a flourishing age on the surface, that was only the surface. Beneath it, it had long since rotted beyond repair.
Why would Eunuch Wei, far away in Kyoto, care so much about such a mysterious organization?
Was it not because he feared that this organization might shake and throw all of Hebei Province—or even the entire realm—into turmoil?
Thus, though Kang Tongxiao had asked the question as gently as a breeze, its core weighed as heavily as a mountain. The five people below him, though all Dragon Protector Secret Service agents who had been carefully cultivated, did not possess the courage or nerve to lift this lid.
After a long while, seeing no one respond, Kang Tongxiao said to himself,
"You should all know of the White Dragon Venerable Society, right?"
The five nodded in unison. One of them took the initiative to say,
"Of course. It is said to have been founded by an unparalleled hero who failed to contend with the Great Ancestor for the throne, and whose descendants inherited his will.
Its purpose was to overturn the imperial