Wooing

Inside Aaron's cave abode.

The current Vast Righteous Sect steward stationed in Qianyang City was bowing and scraping, his face wreathed in a fawning smile. "Congratulations on forming your core, Senior. Since you hail from the Far Western Lands, you naturally know that our Vast Righteous Sect is the foremost sect of the Far West... If you are willing to join us, our sect is prepared to carve out an entire nation for you to establish your own clan!"

Though the Far Western Lands were impoverished, and one of its nations was in truth not even as large as several counties of Great Qian, the prospect of reigning supreme and founding a clan that would endure for a thousand years was still highly tempting to a Rogue Cultivator.

Aaron kept smiling and exchanged a few polite words with this "Steward Qiao."

After all, he truly did plan to return to the Far Western Lands someday. Offending the Vast Righteous Sect rashly would be unwise.

Even if he did not join them, there was no harm in establishing a good relationship first.

"By the way, I know a steward from the Vast Righteous Sect as well. How are Fellow Daoist Su Cao and his Dao companion, Hua Sanniang?"

Aaron asked.

Steward Qiao froze, then seemed to search his memories before finally recalling them. "Fellow Daoist Su applied to return to the Far Western Lands over a hundred years ago, and then passed away there... As for Hua Sanniang? She seems to have remained in Qianyang City. Given her lifespan, if she did not form her core, then I fear she too..."

"After more than a hundred years in seclusion, half of one's old friends have withered away..."

Aaron sighed.

"Yes, yes..."

As Steward Qiao echoed him, he grumbled inwardly, *Who could