A long while later, Lei Dong finally dragged his weary body back to the camp where the Third Commandery squad was stationed. It was a luxurious manor, once the lair of one of Ning Xiao's subordinates who had fled with him, with a Spirit Vein running right beneath it. As soon as Lei Dong got home, Zhang Heng hurried over to check on him, then sent a tense voice transmission. "Lei Dong, the Hall Master didn't give you a hard time, did she?"
Lei Dong would have loved to complain and say that she had. Of course, if he dared say that aloud, that young lady wouldn't let him enjoy another peaceful day. So he forced a smile and said, "It was fine. The Hall Master and my master go way back, and they're on good terms. She kept me a little longer to give me some pointers on cultivation."
That left Zhang Heng full of envy. "Personal guidance from a Nascent Soul Cultivator? That's a blessing you wouldn't get in eight lifetimes." He sighed again. "Actually, our Hall Master treats the rank-and-file soldiers pretty well." Then he shared some news he had gotten from Commander Ouyang.
Lei Dong fell silent. He was indeed a little moved. When word reached her that Lei Dong's squad had nearly been ambushed and killed in the Southern Seventy-Six Islands, the young lady had flown into a towering rage. That was what finally pushed the sect to resolve to take on Tianyin Palace. Of course, the sect's hardline stance wasn't solely because Lei Dong's squad had nearly been ambushed. That incident had merely lit the fuse.
Among Yin Sha Sect and all those so-called orthodox sects, its relationship with Tianyin Palace was the most hostile.
There was no other reason: the two top sects