The Tide Was Rising

The woman watched her sect master's near-neurotic behavior without changing expression. She only furrowed her brow and calmly asked:

"Why?"

Changing his mind from one day to the next and constantly second-guessing himself were everyday habits for the master of the White Bone Sect. There was nothing worth making a fuss over.

At her words, the man chuckled softly. Then he raised his head and vigorously rubbed his face.

"The Dream Star Sect has decided to rise up.

"They promised that once it's done, they'll hand over three tenths of the cities in Yehuai County to us. Yes, three tenths!"

He emphasized the last words.

The Dream Star Sect was going to rise up, and had even promised them a third of the spoils. No wonder their sect master, so moody and prone to turning on a dime for no reason, was taking such care to keep things under control.

The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful.

At that moment, the man's lips slowly curled upward. He began to laugh, his laughter growing louder as his gestures grew more and more exaggerated.

"Three tenths. That's really not bad."

The White Bone Sect worshipped a powerful being that had existed since ancient times. Within the sect, the deeper one's faith and the more one sacrificed, the greater the power one received in return.

Of course, that carried risks.

Sometimes, if the power granted was too great, one could be blown apart by it and die in an instant.

But ever since this sect master had unearthed the worship ritual from the rubbish heap of history and reestablished the White Bone Sect, nothing like that had ever happened.

The White Bone Bodhisattva was powerful, yet stingy. It asked little of its followers and gave them little in return... That was what