In Hong'er's past, he saw scene after scene of her training. The result disappointed him: Hong'er's cultivation of the Wushang Dao was extremely shallow, even crude.
"You don't seem to understand the Wushang Dao very well."
Hong'er knew Lu Yin was looking into her karma. She didn't mind. "The Wushang Dao was lost long ago, for the most part. The civilization we came from only cultivated part of it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have needed Master to save us. The true Star Under Red Clothes is incredibly powerful."
"How many levels does the Wushang Dao have?" Lu Yin asked.
Hong'er was surprised. How many levels? Only someone who cultivated the Wushang Dao would know that. Excited, she asked, "Mr. Lu, do you know something? Could you have found my civilization?"
"Answer me. How many levels does the Wushang Dao have?"
Hong'er suppressed her excitement and replied, "The legends say there are nine."
Lu Yin's eyes flickered. Nine?
"Where did that legend come from?"
Hong'er shook her head. "I don't know. It was simply passed down. Perhaps it had something to do with the Nine Fortresses. Nine is the limit."
"You know about the Nine Fortresses too?" Lu Yin asked in surprise.
Hong'er nodded. "I know a little, but not much."
Lu Yin was about to ask more when a sudden chill ran through his mind. He stared at Hong'er. "Where did you hear the term 'Nine Fortresses'?"
Hong'er didn't hide anything. She answered whatever he asked. "It's part of the legends of our civilization."
"You didn't hear it here?"
"Could I have heard it here?" Hong'er asked, puzzled.
Lu Yin stared at her. Something was wrong—definitely wrong. This civilization's knowledge of the Nine Fortresses had first come from Ancestor Mountain.
Lu Yin had learned of Nine Fortresses Across the Sky and