Senior Is Playing an Astonishingly Grand Game

"Do you know what this place was, with Pingjiang as its foundation, spanning ten thousand miles in ancient times?" Old Ancestor Qingshan asked.

Zhu Yun shook his head, not knowing.

"Ancient texts say that in ancient times, Pingjiang and its surrounding ten thousand miles were a land of immortals. Although it declined for reasons unknown later, Pingjiang has always been a strategically important place since ancient times, which is enough to show that Pingjiang is no ordinary place," Old Ancestor Qingshan explained.

"But, what does this have to do with this Senior?" Zhu Yun asked doubtfully.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sighed with emotion, unsure if he was lamenting Zhu Yun's foolishness or something else. After a long pause, he said, "Pingjiang must hide unknown secrets, so this Senior might also be using Pingjiang as a base and the entire Nansha as the scope, playing a world-shattering game!"

As soon as Old Ancestor Qingshan finished speaking, Zhu Yun's body trembled violently.

Using Pingjiang as a base and Nansha as the scope to play a grand game.

Such ambition, just thinking about it, felt terrifying! But as the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect, he dared not even imagine it.

If not for this, how could a peerless expert like Yi Feng appear in such a small place as Pingjiang City?

"But Master, if that's the case, then aren't we...?" As if thinking of something, Zhu Yun's eyes widened in fear and he asked.

"That's right."

Old Ancestor Qingshan did not deny it. "If that's the case, then we are all pawns in the game."

"What should we do then?" Zhu Yun asked nervously.

"Ignorant."

Old Ancestor Qingshan glared at Zhu Yun and reprimanded, "If you change your perspective, you won't have such worries."

"Martial Uncle, what do you mean?"

"Indeed, being able to become a pawn of a Senior is not a bad thing in my eyes; on the contrary, it is the greatest opportunity for our Qingshan Sect." Saying this, Old Ancestor Qingshan sighed with emotion, "For the past five hundred years, our Qingshan Sect has been in decline. Pessimistically speaking, it will sooner or later be submerged in the long river of history. Even if not, it will only be a lingering existence."

"Are you willing?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan's words fell into Zhu Yun's ears, making his heart tremble.

Willing?

Certainly not willing.

But could it really be as Old Ancestor Qingshan said, achieving their desires?

"However, we cannot fathom the Senior's thoughts, but we can take this opportunity to ask the Senior."

"Let's go."

"Follow me inside."

The two walked into the Martial Arts Hall one after the other.

The first time Zhu Yun walked into the front hall, he was immediately captivated by the eighteen paintings. Fortunately, Old Ancestor Qingshan, who had prior experience, pulled him back.

However, even so, Zhu Yun was still terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.

At this point, he was completely convinced of the strength of the owner of this Martial Arts Hall.

He no longer had any reservations about becoming a pawn and could even see the moment when the Qingshan Sect would return to its peak.

"Huh? Where is Master Yi?"

Passing through the front hall and arriving at the small courtyard behind, they did not find Yi Feng. Instead, Zhu Yun, who was terrified, pointed at the locust tree and stammered, "Martial Uncle, look, look, it's a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan glanced at the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf tied to the old locust tree and said contemptuously, "Is there a need to be so surprised?"

"Martial Uncle, that's a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf?" Zhu Yun continued to exclaim.

"Look at you."

Old Ancestor Qingshan gave Zhu Yun a look as if he were a country bumpkin.

It's just a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf. The last time he came, the Senior almost used it as a drink accompaniment. What's the big deal?

Of course, as he thought this, he completely forgot that he was no better than Zhu Yun back then.

"Sorry, I was just cooking some food inside. Please, make yourselves comfortable." At this moment, Yi Feng walked out of the kitchen, holding a cleaver in his hand.

Upon seeing the cleaver, the usually polite Old Ancestor Qingshan trembled, his gaze fixed on the cleaver in Yi Feng's hand.

Zhu Yun, still in shock from the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf, looked over. The moment his gaze fell upon the cleaver, he felt as if struck by lightning.

"Hiss!"

At this moment, his emotions were indescribable. It was truly a case of one shock after another.

In short, this cleaver brought him even greater shock than seeing the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf.

For a moment, both of them stared intently at the knife in Yi Feng's hand, while Old Ancestor Qingshan speculated on Yi Feng's intention in suddenly taking out the knife.

Could it be?

Could it be?

As he thought of this, Old Ancestor Qingshan trembled with excitement. Especially as he watched Yi Feng walk closer step by step, holding the cleaver, his breathing became more rapid.