"Join the Huanyue Sect?"
At the Lu Family in Prefecture City, Yang Zhengshan looked at Lu Fusheng with some surprise.
"That's right. Sect Master Yueqing wants to draw in you, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!" Lu Fusheng said with certainty.
Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly. "That won't do."
He had sought the position of a great clan in order to establish an external resource base for the Spirit Source Land. This resource base either had to be hidden, able to guard against outsiders' investigations, or else be presented openly before the world, with only the existence of the Spirit Source Land needing to be concealed.
Joining the Huanyue Sect clearly did not fit his plan. Perhaps joining the Huanyue Sect would bring many benefits, but for the Spirit Source Land, there would be no benefits at all. On the contrary, it would very likely make Yang Zhengshan even more bound hand and foot in his future actions.
"Sect Master Yueqing wants to see you. Will you go?" Lu Fusheng asked.
Yang Zhengshan thought about it. "I'll still go meet her!"
Huanyue Sect, Jingyuan Pavilion.
It was still inside that same tower pavilion, but Yueqing was dressed much more formally now.
She wore a moon-white gauze, wide-sleeved flowing immortal dress, with a crane cloak embroidered in silver thread and ice patterns draped over it. Where her wide sleeves fell, broken-jade bells were adorned, and as she walked, their clear notes rang cold and bright. Around her waist was a soft sash of shark gauze with hidden patterns, covered with hollow black iron butterfly clasps. On the butterfly wings were embedded deep-blue phosphorescent powder, and as she moved, they seemed to flicker like cold fire.
Looking at the coldly beautiful, peerless Sect Master Yueqing, even Yang Zhengshan could not help but