Temujin then said to Phags-pa, "Imperial Preceptor, take a ten-thousand-man unit to Guangming Peak and wipe out the remaining Ming Cult rebels. Zhang Wuji has been missing for some time. Although Yang Xiao has publicly claimed that he is in secluded cultivation, no one is a fool. The Ming Cult is already in a state of panic. Yang Xiao is old and lacks prestige; he cannot command respect. The Ming Cult has now splintered completely. With you personally leading the force, their destruction is certain."
"I will not fail this mission!" Phags-pa accepted the assignment with a salute.
Song Qingshu secretly frowned. The Ming Cult had always been divided into numerous factions and had spent years embroiled in internal conflict. It was only because Zhang Wuji had suddenly emerged that they had appeared united on the surface.
Zhang Wuji had become the Ming Cult Master not truly because his martial arts were unrivaled, but because his identity represented the interests of every faction within the Ming Cult. The Golden Mane Lion King was his adoptive father, the White-Browed Eagle King was his maternal grandfather, Yang Xiao owed him an enormous debt of gratitude for escorting Yang Buhui over thousands of miles, and he had saved members of the Five Elements Banner from Abbess Miejue. In other words, every faction in the Ming Cult was either related to him or had received a great favor from him. That was why they had been willing to acknowledge him as Cult Master.
Now that Zhang Wuji had vanished without a trace, the conflicts he had forcibly suppressed had erupted completely, and the Ming Cult had returned to its former fractured state.
Song Qingshu could not help but feel a headache coming on. Just what was Lord of Light planning? From the looks of