Every move Mr. Chen made after arriving in the Sleeping Foothill City-Domain was monitored by the city's formations, and reports were delivered to Zhu Zonghu every day.
Zhu Zonghu had not sent anyone to stop him. After nearly forty years of effort, the Celestials' interests had become one with his own; there was absolutely no way Mr. Chen could shake them with a few words. If Mr. Chen wished to stir things up, then let him.
In truth, he was happy to see it. With this man here, King Xi would not yet consider resolving matters through force. The longer the delay, the more time they would have to prepare.
Yet there was still one hidden danger he had not eliminated. He had turned it over and over in his mind these days and never felt at ease, especially now that Mr. Chen was here. The more he considered it, the more improper it seemed.
To resolve this matter, he specifically summoned Yin Huanting. After inviting him to sit, he smiled and said, "How have those juniors been doing recently under Mr. Yin and the other gentlemen? Have they been diligent in their studies?"
Not only had he ordered his own descendants to become disciples under Yin Huanting and several Profound Method cultivators, he had also had some of the powerless relatives who had recently joined him select promising children to enter under the Celestials' tutelage. Thus, the interests of both sides had become tightly bound together.
Mr. Yin said, "All the young sect masters have been working very diligently."
Compared with True Law, the methods of the Profound Method were easier to cultivate, and they did not place much importance on the formal bond between master and disciple. Yet here, they had adapted to local conditions. The lower layer