Three days later.
At Beast Heart Sect, outside Ye Kang's Cave Mansion, Lu Cun wore a somber expression. He took a deep breath and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, might I see you?"
Lu Cun felt somewhat apprehensive. What had happened three days ago had been so far beyond his expectations that all his careful arrangements had turned into a joke.
Though the outcome seemed favorable—the four sects had all returned to make preparations, and Qiyun Sect had hope of revival—it had little to do with him now.
Even if a new Qiyun Sect truly arose in the future, who would be the Master?
He had wrestled with the question for a long while before finally coming to Ye Kang's Cave Mansion to ask for a clear answer.
A moment later, the Cave Mansion's doors opened. Lu Cun walked inside. Nothing had changed since his last visit: Ye Kang was still seated on his meditation cushion, a genial smile on his face.
"If you have something to discuss, Fellow Daoist Lu, you can simply use Sound Transmission. There was no need to come in person," Ye Kang said with a smile.
Lu Cun didn't dare take him at his word. He clasped his hands respectfully, then said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I only want to ask: what exactly is your purpose?"
"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist?"
"Why hide it from me? We both know the truth. Though I wanted to win you over and rebuild Qiyun Sect together, with your strength, there is no need for you to join forces with me. Why go to all this trouble?"
Lu Cun lifted his head. Though he was burly, he was also perceptive, and now he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Ye Kang was silent for a moment, then smiled. "Fellow Daoist, are