"Wuwu..."
Wind and snow howled outside the window, whipping the bamboo grove into a rustling frenzy.
Tu Shan sat alone beneath the lamp, chilled to the bone.
He closed his eyes, and what surfaced before them was the year He Tianming first entered Jadegreen Manor.
The refined youth was as gentle as jade, brimming with curiosity about the study of medicine and poisons, blessed with superior root bone and outstanding comprehension, and always capable of proposing wild, unconstrained ideas.
His cultivation even surpassed all his peers, and before the age of thirty, he took charge of Jadegreen Manor, becoming the youngest manor lord among the Five Great Sects.
Whether medicine or poison, both scaled new heights in his hands.
Terrestrial Medical Immortal He Tianming—who could look upon him and not praise him as a living Hua Tuo?
How could such a person be an altar master of the Demonic Sect?
How could he be Tian Ming, the one who had plunged the entire Skycloud Prefecture into a bloody storm!?
"Why..."
Tu Shan could not puzzle it out no matter how he tried.
By rights, he should inform Ouyang Changhe right now and state this matter clearly.
Whether He Tianming or Tian Ming, even with heaven-defying cultivation, he ought to kick up no waves under the joint forces of the Five Great Sects. At that time, the Demonic Sect would be left without a leader and thoroughly eradicated.
Yet his hand kept failing to lift the brush on the table.
He still harbored a shred of expectation after all.
What if... What if he had grown muddle-headed in his old age and guessed wrong?
Or perhaps it was a scheme laid by the All-Beings Demon Gate, meant precisely to divide the Five Great Sects?
Then if he transmitted this news out,