But since it had already been given away, Wen Xu had no intention of asking for it back.
"Wen Xu-Xu, what are you thinking about?"
Wen Xu looked up. "I was thinking about this year's Five Sects Assembly. My master said that whenever the Five Sects Assembly is held at Bitter Crossing Temple, it is always especially unique. I wonder what tricks they'll pull this year."
"What kind of unique?" Even the Divine Dragon thought it was unusual—then it had to be exceptionally unusual.
"I heard their ability to deliver people from suffering is particularly strong."
Deliver people? How did they do that? Did they convince people with reason, or violently send them on to the next life?
"I don't know. I suppose it depends on the circumstances." As Wen Xu spoke, a smile he could not suppress appeared on his face. "My master said that whenever the Five Sects Assembly is held at Bitter Crossing Temple, the Blissful Union Sect always sends the most disciples."
Two little question marks popped up over Bian Chunchou's head. "What does that mean?" Demonic enchantresses paired with holy monks?
"I heard that quite a few disciples of Bitter Crossing Temple who joined halfway through their lives came from the Blissful Union Sect."
...So they were treating another sect as a potential source of recruits? But if the Blissful Union Sect was doing something that underhanded, why were its disciples still rushing there? Weren't they afraid of becoming meat buns thrown at dogs—never to return?
"It seems every generation of Blissful Union Sect masters refuses to believe in evil."
Bian Chunchou slapped his thigh. "Now that's some refusal to believe in evil. Their heads are really made of iron."
"However..."
"However what?"
"Each time, there are also Bitter Crossing Temple disciples who return to