"This place is not lacking sword marks and sword intent left behind by Purple Mansion Sword Immortals... If lowly cultivators like us can comprehend even a little, it will surely bring great benefit."
The black-clad swordsman beside him spoke again. "This fellow Daoist has been staring at the stone wall for quite some time. Have you gained anything?"
"Nothing..."
Fang Qing shook his head, then said, "My name is Fang Jin. Might I know this fellow Daoist's name?"
"Chu Chenguang, of the Jiangnan Chu Clan."
Chu Chenguang replied politely, "Could fellow Daoist perhaps be... a Rogue Cultivator?"
"Indeed."
Fang Qing noticed a slight change in the man's expression. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Nothing at all. Our Great Wu is not like those old fossils of Northern Zhou, still dividing cultivators by the Nine Ranks and babbling about 'the upper ranks admit no poor families, the lower ranks admit no noble clans'..."
Chu Chenguang smiled. "I merely lament that fellow Daoist's cultivation has not been easy. Unlike us enfeoffed noble families, with ancestral spirit lands and stipends... Of course, if one has inherited a great Dao tradition, one may likewise obtain a fine background."
Fang Qing's expression did not change. He had long heard Bai Mu say that the aristocratic clans of the eastern Orthodox Taiyi Mystic Gate monopolized court affairs and classified cultivators by family standing and Dao tradition.
Seeing it today, even though this was not Northern Zhou, he found there was quite some truth to it.
"Does fellow Daoist know of Profound Void Heaven?" Chu Chenguang asked again.
"One of the Thirty-Six Grotto-Heavens, Profound Void Heaven?" Fang Qing was somewhat surprised. "Naturally, I know of it."
"Hehe, I have heard that those fiends and demons in the west know only blood sacrifices to shake the Grotto-Heavens