"This time, the Demonic Sect broke through the three sects' mountain gates with ease. Aside from catching them off guard, there was another important reason: traitors within all three sects worked with the attackers outside."
In Ink Fragrance Alley, Xia Commandant, wearing a pale gold mask, spoke to Zhao Feng in a grave voice.
"Then are there traitors in the Nine Yang Gate and Divine Martial Manor too?"
"Of course there are. After lying low for so many years, the Demonic Sect's tentacles have already reached everywhere. Among the sects and families in the Prefecture City and its subordinate counties, quite a few may have pledged allegiance to the Demonic Sect long ago."
"We've also received information that the Demonic Sect may well be colluding with the Northern Barbarians, plotting to overturn the Nine Provinces and turn Great Yan into a living hell," Xia Commandant said with a cold sneer.
"Ink Eagle, you still owe the bureau fifty merit points. If you can find the Demonic Sect's informants in the Prefecture City or its traitors within the sects, you can clear your debt."
Zhao Feng returned to the sect with a heavy heart. Watching the Demonic Sect grow stronger, he knew that if it stirred up wind and waves in these troubled times, his family would be in danger too. When the nest was overturned, no egg remained whole.
The sect's General Affairs Hall.
"According to the sect leader's arrangements, you will receive a thousand taels of silver each month for overseeing the fishing ground, along with a fixed allowance of five treasure fish." The Executive Elder paused.
The fixed allowance of five treasure fish was merely the official figure. In practice, as long as he did not go overboard, no one would care if a deacon ate a few