Su Xin wanted to obtain intelligence on White Emperor City from the Yi Sword Sect, and Meng Jingxian naturally had no need to conceal anything. These matters were secrets to martial artists who had not reached a certain level, but to someone like Su Xin—a True Martial Realm expert and a towering figure in the Jianghu—they were hardly much of a secret.
Meng Jingxian said indifferently, "Over the years, the number of Yi Sword Sect martial artists who have entered White Emperor City has not been great. It is not because our strength is insufficient, but because we have been unable to find many Divine Martial Tokens."
Hearing this, Su Xin immediately understood. Indeed, although the Yi Sword Sect was powerful, it truly held no advantage in the contest for Divine Martial Tokens.
After all, the most important thing in searching for Divine Martial Tokens was intelligence. In other words, it required an enormous network of connections and a great many people.
Even at its peak, the Yi Sword Sect had never numbered more than ten thousand. Relying on them to search for Divine Martial Tokens was somewhat difficult.
Meng Jingxian continued, "It has been more than three hundred years since a True Martial Realm expert from my Yi Sword Sect last entered White Emperor City. When that ancestor returned to the ruins, I had not yet joined the Yi Sword Sect.
"However, I have read records concerning White Emperor City in the sect's ancient texts. If you wish to rely on experience to deal with the things within White Emperor City, then I can only say that you are likely wasting your effort."
Su Xin frowned. "Why?"
Meng Jingxian said, "Because every time people enter White Emperor City, the things and scenery they see are different.
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