"Your faction? Shuiyue Mountain?"
Zuo Wuhen's eyes were full of confusion. Though he asked this, he knew perfectly well that the possibility was far too slim.
"I have never dealt with the force behind Shuiyue Mountain."
"You have never even come into contact with them?"
A flicker of shock appeared in Zuo Wuhen's eyes. Then he asked, "Since it isn't Shuiyue Mountain, what is your faction? Tell me first and let this old man see whether I have heard of it."
"No."
The faint smile remained on Qin Shaofeng's face.
Zuo Wuhen frowned. "You haven't said—"
"I haven't even decided what to call it yet. Where could you possibly have heard of it?"
Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly. "Although it has only just begun to be established, the master of Xianyun Peak of Shuiyue Mountain and Xian Xiaoying have already gone to my territory. They have also become part of my faction's management."
"What they know is all the superficial knowledge of Shuiyue Mountain, which is clearly far inferior to Cloud Mist City. If City Lord Zuo agrees, I will need to inspect those forty-odd people of yours again. Once I confirm there are no problems, they can be incorporated into my faction. You can establish a new Cloud Mist City within my faction."
Zuo Wuhen's expression remained gloomy. "What I need to give up is all of Cloud Mist City's cultivation methods and martial skills, correct?"
"Are you thinking that you could rebuild Cloud Mist City yourself?" Qin Shaofeng saw through his thoughts at a glance.
At those words, Zuo Wuhen's expression became dispirited once again.
Rebuild it?
Unless the Starry Sky Sacred Hall agreed to take him in, and he completely gave up on revenge, it was simply impossible.
For the sake of Cloud Mist City's people, the latter