"The Corpse Yin Cult from the southwest?"
"Yes. They're the Demonic Sect Evil, whose very name strikes terror throughout the southwest. They plagued the region for hundreds of years, then vanished for nearly a century. Over the past decade or so, they've begun rising from the ashes again," Lin Ziwei explained.
Why was their history exactly like the Blood Lotus Sect's?
And that Northern Barbarian had the Corpse Yin Cult's Bone-Dissolving Water on him. Could the Northern Barbarians be colluding with the Corpse Yin Cult too?
Zhao Feng pondered this silently.
"Miss Lin, your breadth of knowledge is truly impressive. You have my admiration," he said sincerely.
"You're too kind, Brother Zhao. I've traveled far and wide since childhood, so I simply know a little more." A sweet smile appeared on Lin Ziwei's face at his praise.
"Oh, right. I brought you a letter when I returned from Big Stone County." She handed Zhao Feng the letter from his family.
Zhao Feng carefully put it away, intending to read it at leisure once he returned to his lodgings. Every time he read a letter from home, even the simplest expressions of concern from his parents and elder brother filled him with warmth.
"Your cousin Qiao'er broke through to Bright Strength a month ago," Lin Ziwei said with a smile.
"Really?" Delight surged through Zhao Feng.
Qiao'er had only started practicing the county Martial Academy's Stance Training a few months ago, yet she had already broken through to Bright Strength.
As a Bright Strength martial artist, she could at least provide considerable help to the family.
Then what exactly was her root bone?
"Xu Commandant was puzzled too. He couldn't feel out any particular root bone, but judging by her progress, it shouldn't be poor."
Lin Ziwei spoke. Although Qiao'er had