Old Han and Lu Jing looked bewildered. "Cold Immortal Sect? Never heard of it."
Wen Zizai's expression changed dramatically. "The Cold Immortal Sect was once the ruler of the White Night Flow Realm. During the Dao Origin Sect era, it was also one of the Fifth Continent's major powers. I don't know much about it, but the Wen Family has many ancient records, and I've read them."
"Are you sure it was the Cold Immortal Sect?" Wen Zizai asked gravely.
Wen Zhaocheng nodded. "I'm sure. Those three words kept repeating in my mind."
"Patriarch, what kind of sect is the Cold Immortal Sect?" Lu Jing asked curiously.
Wen Zizai said no more and sent them away. As for Wen Zhaocheng, he had clearly been poisoned and controlled, not acted of his own free will. The young man was dead, too, so they still had to investigate what he had made Wen Zhaocheng do.
Once the others had left, Wen Zizai immediately contacted Dean Han of Yihuang Academy.
"The Cold Immortal Sect?" Dean Han exclaimed. "Wasn't that sect supposed to have disappeared? How could it have resurfaced?"
"It didn't disappear," Wen Zizai said solemnly. "It went to another stretch of starry sky—the one Lu Yin told us about."
"I know," Dean Han said. "But if it's in another stretch of starry sky, why has it appeared here again? How could that young man be a disciple of the Cold Immortal Sect? And why try to control Wen Zhaocheng?"
"That's what I can't understand, either. Either the boy came across the Cold Immortal Sect's legacy by chance—which seems unlikely—or he was clearly a willing pawn acting on someone's orders. The one who gave the orders was probably the Cold Immortal Sect."
"Could Lu Yin have done it?"
"Unlikely. He has no reason