My Waters Run Deep

Origin-Opening Prefecture.

The middle-aged-looking Daoist sat upright, pouring a cup of hot tea for the lively-natured junior brother before him. "Speak. What brings you to me when you have nothing better to do?"

"Senior Brother Hao Ming, don't tell me you don't know about the Bodhi Sect's recent rampage. Mao Feng and the others from Crimson Cloud Cave, as well as Senior Sister Ling Su from Spirit Void Cave, all fell victim to those monks."

Hua Ming was their master's newly accepted youngest disciple. He had yet to break through the third rank and could not participate in the great tribulation, but he was deeply interested in such matters of vying for incense offerings.

Standing outside the tribulation, he watched the spectacle without fearing that things might grow worse.

At this moment, his face was brimming with excitement.

"I know. So what?" True Person Hao Ming replied blandly. Not only did he know, he had also received a decree from the sect and watched helplessly as many senior brothers and sisters he normally had to look up to left Northern Continent.

But what did any of that have to do with an ordinary fellow like him?

"Why pretend to be ignorant, Senior Brother?"

Hua Ming rose unhappily and pointed beside them. "Even I heard about it. An immortal shrine has been erected next door—the Shrine of True Lord Taixu, or something."

"Don't forget that Sky Pagoda Mountain was Senior Sister Ling Su's cultivation ground. Now that something has happened to her, how did this land suddenly gain an owner?"

"I've never heard of cultivation grounds being inheritable. Besides, as far as I know, that so-called True Lord Taixu isn't even a cultivator from Northern Continent."

Hua Ming fired off his words like a string of cannonballs, then lifted his teacup