One hundred and fifty years ago, the Shenyang Sect had supported Prince Yong's rebellion. Unfortunately, Prince Yong had proved useless, and in the end, he had failed on the verge of success.
But at that time, Lin Fu'an had not yet been born. He had been born after the Shenyang Sect hid itself in the great mountains of Miaoling, and his father had been the previous sect master of the Shenyang Sect.
The Shenyang Sect, after its crushing defeat, had been very weak, with fewer than a hundred followers left. Later, hiding deep in the mountains, they had recovered no small amount of strength, but even when the position of sect master passed into his hands, the Shenyang Sect had only a little over a thousand followers.
He had taken charge of the Shenyang Sect for fifty years, expanding it step by step to its present state.
Twenty years ago, he had once thought of stirring up some trouble in the Capital. Unfortunately, one careless move had lost him the whole game, burying more than half of the painstaking work he had spent over ten years building in the Capital.
From then on, he became even more cautious, and the Shenyang Sect's actions also became even more secretive.
He knew the Secret Martial Guard was searching for traces of the Shenyang Sect, but when the Dao rose one foot, the devil rose ten; no one would know that every move the Secret Martial Guard made was actually right under his nose.
The middle-aged man withdrew. Lin Fu'an leaned on his hoe and thought about it, then called over a subordinate and instructed, "Send word to Chen Hengchang. Tell him to prepare to raise troops in Jiujiang Prefecture!"
Inside Jiujiang Prefecture City.
Chen Hengchang was sitting lazily beneath a great