Guangmu Duowen, Awaiting the Thunder

Elder Qin listened to his own alliance leader's deductions and analysis, feeling his teeth ache one after another.

The Yellow Heaven Sect was already a towering tree reaching the heavens, so how had a Ghost Ancestor Palace suddenly appeared as well?

The Beimang Ghost Ancestor had remained in the Northern Dynasties for ages and rarely meddled in southern affairs. Elder Qin was deeply curious how Su Che had managed to forge ties with him.

And it was more than merely forging ties. What had been passed down was the Three Tai Hell Swords, a sword art that could be called the foundation of the Beimang Ghost Ancestor Palace.

Elder Qin was considered well-informed even within the Great River Alliance, yet he had never heard of the Beimang Ghost Ancestor passing the Three Tai Hell Swords to any disciple under his tutelage.

Could this Third Young Master Su be the illegitimate son the Beimang Ghost Ancestor had left behind in the south?

That couldn't be right. The Beimang Ghost Ancestor had been a Ghost Cultivator, and by every measure could not have fathered children. Could it have happened after he attained the Longevity Realm?

As inexplicable as it was, Elder Qin could only acknowledge the results of his alliance leader's deductions and analysis.

There was no other reason than this: the Great River Alliance's vigorous growth over the past decade had depended more than half on their alliance leader's method of peeling away the silk and stripping the cocoons in his deductions, as well as his unimaginably broad and profound reserves of knowledge.

Elder Qin asked himself honestly: he naturally understood the Yellow Heaven Sect's position among the Mystic Gates of this realm, but for him to know every branch of its arts like the back of his hand, and clearly