Hetian Mountain, within the Jin Family's main hall, inside a secret chamber forged entirely from black magnetic mystic iron.
Sandalwood incense burned slowly, making the entire chamber seem all the more mysterious and unfathomable.
Four people had gathered within the chamber. Each one possessed immense authority simply standing there.
Jin Xuanhen, who could summon wind and rain within the Jin Family, had instead become the lowliest of the four.
Jin Xuanhen took out Clear Heart Tea, brewed it, and warmly entertained the other three.
Before him sat a man clad in a python robe, looking much like a prince. He was none other than West King True Person, who had led troops against the Taiyi Sect many years ago.
Back then, among so many Golden Core cultivators, only Zitian True Person had been able to withstand him head-on.
That was also why Jin Xuanhen had dared to return from Taichang Market to the Jin Family.
Now, he was not afraid that the Ye Family and Chu Yanqing would not come. On the contrary, he feared that they would.
Those Golden Core cultivators of the Taiyi Sect had other matters tying them down.
If they helped the Green River Sect expose the Ye Family, it would be a tremendous merit. Even within the Green River Sect, they would be meritorious officials—why would they need to heed the Taiyi Sect's expression?
Perhaps in the future, if the Green River Sect unified the Yan Kingdom in one fell swoop, who the spirit mountains of the Taichang Mountain Range would belong to would still be uncertain.
"Fellow Daoist Jin, relax. Joining the Green River Sect is absolutely the wisest move your Jin Family can make."
"Do you really think the Taiyi Sect can withstand the iron hooves of our Green River Sect? If Medicine