Time passed, but the Seven Great Sects and the Six Devil Dao Sects were still locked in a bitter struggle, hidden from ordinary people, and neither side had gained the upper hand.
On this day, at the front lines of Jin Gu Plain, in the ever-expanding Seven Sects' camp, the "Big Brother Han" whom Mo Caihuan had long admired and yearned for was suddenly summoned to his tent by his master, Li Yuanhua, for tea.
Of course, there was nothing else to it. They were simply having tea and discussing matters.
"Master!"
"You mean..."
"You want me to go to Beijing?"
"At a time like this?"
You wouldn't know until you heard it, and when he did, Han Li was taken aback.
He'd thought his recent outstanding service record had earned him a summons from his master, who would praise and encourage him and perhaps give him a few treasures. At the very least, he'd expected to be assigned a difficult reconnaissance mission. But at this critical moment, with the Seven Great Sects and the Six Devil Dao Sects locked in fierce combat, his master wanted him to leave the front lines—where he could openly kill enemies, seize their treasures, and earn merits to exchange for more—and go to the completely unrelated city of Xu Jing. He couldn't make any sense of it.
"But, Master!"
"Why is that?!"
After all, he'd accumulated quite a few battle merits during this time and was planning to exchange them for something. He wasn't at all eager to leave in such a hurry.
"Sigh..."
"It all began a long time ago."
"Back then, I was still a Qi Refining Stage disciple. I'd only recently joined Yellow Maple Valley..."
Seeing that his usually composed disciple, who had performed so well lately, was reluctant, Li Yuanhua