The Clear Abyss Sect's main hall had never been so lively, yet Shangguan Wencang sat in the Sect Master's seat with an air of composed grandeur, though in truth he felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
He had intended to open the Great Shang Imperial Mausoleum, fearing unforeseen changes, and so had consulted Shang Qinqing and Li Mo about which trustworthy people could be invited to stand guard.
To his surprise, the entire Eastern Wasteland Domain, Yun Province, and Southern Border had been thrown into a complete mess.
It was one thing for the Hengtong Trading Firm to send people, but what were those Drizzle Pavilion assassins doing here?
Damn it, even the vendors selling candied hawthorns and flatbread outside the mountain gate were giving their goods away for free now!
After exchanging pleasantries in the hall, everyone soon began worrying over Li Mo.
"What method does the Clear Abyss Sect intend to use? Are you confident?"
"If Sect Master Shangguan requires anything, there is no harm in saying it plainly."
Everyone turned their gazes toward him. After all, they did not know enough about the actual situation.
"Thank you all for coming from afar."
Shangguan Wencang first bowed to the crowd, then spoke frankly in a ringing voice:
"Perhaps all of you know something of the Clear Abyss Sect's origins. It is merely that we descendants proved unworthy and let the sect's legacy decline until it reached its present state."
Some nodded. Even from the distant era of Gods and Devils, scattered fragments of information had remained, while many records documented the events of the previous dynasty.
There were quite a few who knew that Purple Sun Prefecture had once been the imperial capital of Great Shang.
"Beneath Clear Abyss lies the Great Shang Imperial