"Carefree Sect—what is Sky Without Trace doing at Demon Refining Palace?"
His senior sister had sent word, so Li Su naturally could not keep squatting inside her palace without coming out. He emerged again and followed the direction of the voice, finding the disciple who had come up the mountain to look for him.
This was a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of the initial stage. His talent was not bad, and the resentment clinging to him was sparse.
Evil arts were indeed quick for cultivation, but their hidden dangers were immense. Unless one simply took each step as it came and gave no thought to the future, even those of the Demon Sect would not keep grinding away at evil arts like madmen.
Not only would they bring endless trouble later on, but before that, they would already become neither human nor ghost.
Think about it carefully, and you would find that demonic cultivation arts and Buddhist teachings actually had a damn bit in common.
With Buddhist teachings, the more profound the cultivation method, the more thoroughly one had to comprehend the Dharma, and the more one's state of mind had to rise. Otherwise, something would go wrong.
In short, one had to know when to tighten and when to loosen!
The newcomer was somewhat surprised. "Senior Brother doesn't know?"
Li Su rolled his eyes. Wasn't that obvious? If he knew, why would he ask?
Apparently recalling something, the man said, "My apologies. I forgot that Senior Brother entered the sect not long ago, so it is normal that you do not know. This is not the first time—it has been going on for nearly a hundred years now. Every ten years, the three sects of Wind Province hold an exchange like this."
"The last one was held