The night was heavy, swallowing Sword-Coming Peak's outline completely.
After Wang Jing left, only the rustle of wind passing through the plum trees remained in the bluestone courtyard.
Shen Qingzhou sat beside the stone table. Only after a long while did he pick up the icy jade tablet on the table.
Was he angry?
Naturally, he was angry.
But anger was the most useless emotion.
This emotion would only burn away reason and make him render the wrong judgment.
What he needed to do now was not rage, but think.
His divine sense entered the jade tablet, and a vast jumble of information instantly flooded his sea of consciousness.
The contents recorded within the jade tablet were far more detailed than what Wang Jing had said aloud.
The power structure of the Profound Heaven Sect was clearly laid bare before him.
Within the sect, there were openly two major factions.
The first was the sect's mountain-peak faction, bound together by the inheritances of each peak.
This faction was the foundation of the sect, and the root that allowed it to stand firm in the Northern Wastes.
They valued rules and inheritance, and had little fondness for aristocratic clans.
The second was the aristocratic clan faction, led by the Zhou, Liu, and Sun Families.
Their roots and branches were tangled everywhere, permeating every corner of the sect, with Lineage interests above all else.
The two factions were not as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers; you were in me, and I was in you.
Take Wang Jing, the elder in charge of imparting teachings. He should have been a pillar of the mountain-peak faction, yet he had long since become a chess piece the Zhou Family had planted within the inner sect.
There was a list in the jade tablet