True Lord Ziming's avatar had come swiftly and departed just as swiftly.
After he left, Ye Jingcheng finally let out a long breath.
Only now had the first step truly been completed.
With the Taiyi Sect taking the lead, the matter of the Ye Family's Soaring Cloud Peak would, at the very least, not go terribly wrong.
Of course, that did not mean the Soaring Cloud Peak clansmen could all withdraw from Soaring Cloud Peak. In truth, they were hostages left in plain sight.
The Taiyi Sect knew the Ye Family valued these clansmen.
That was why they could rest easy.
And the Ye Family could also use the turmoil in the Beast Wasteland to threaten the Taiyi Sect with the Taiyi Sect's own territory.
The game between factions was sometimes just like this: each restrained the other, yet each stood to gain.
Watching the other party vanish into the distance, Ye Jingcheng followed his departing figure out of the grand hall.
By then, evening was drawing near. The setting sun was sinking in the far west, revealing layer upon layer of blood-red spiritual clouds that gradually dimmed.
On the distant mountaintops, the winter snow was slowly melting, and tinkling mountain springs flowed through the ravines.
"It's still the sound I remember. Let the harsh winter pass a little faster!"
Perhaps it was because of his mood, but Ye Jingcheng felt that no moment had ever made the tinkling mountain spring sound so pleasing.
After reflecting for a while, however, Ye Jingcheng began summoning all the Ye Family clansmen at Soaring Cloud Peak.
After all, as the Ye Family's current highest authority, he could not afford to relax.
Even with the Taiyi Sect covering for them, the Ye Family needed corresponding measures of its own.
Especially after experiencing an informant's