No organization under heaven had ever blossomed across the world like Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion did today.
Dou Zhao called them the "Flying Immortal Net," and he was not wrong.
Especially after they had boldly broken away from Chu Kingdom, proactively severing the "roots" everyone believed they had.
Jiang Wang had visited Three-Part Fragrance Pavilions in Maple Forest City of Zhuang Kingdom, in Heavenly Mansion City and Linzi of Qi State, in Ying City of Chu Kingdom—Three-Part Fragrance Pavilions in many places.
Of course, none of them remained as they once were.
After leaving Zhuang Kingdom, he had not indulged in pleasure, devoting himself to cultivation at every moment.
The reason he could be dragged along by his disreputable friends was perhaps an instinctive familiarity—familiarity with the traces of life he had once left in Maple Forest City, making him less resistant.
Or perhaps, in the unseen darkness, there truly were certain threads of fate?
Jiang Wang had never considered it.
He had never considered such a question.
Just as he had never imagined that one day, he would hear that name from Ye Lan'er's lips.
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at Ye Lan'er.
Wasn't Miao Yu's connection to Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion simply that she had hidden for a time in one of its branch pavilions in Zhuang Kingdom?
Back then, Miao Yu had been a demoness of the White Bone Sect, the "Dao Fruit" the White Bone Venerable God had prepared for its descent into the world.
The later Yuzhen had been a nun of Moon-Washing Nunnery, hidden deep within a bamboo grove, with a blue lamp and ancient scrolls.
Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion had merely been a cover, the outer garment worn in Maple Forest City by the woman named White Lotus.
Why did Ye Lan'er bring her