Su Che left the Longevity Sect's headquarters and rode the wind through the air.
He had no reason to say anything more to the Eight Vein Heads. After a brief word at the Hall of Spiritual Flourishing, he set off.
The mountains and rivers below stretched toward the farthest reaches of heaven and earth. Everywhere lay the desolation peculiar to the Southern Wastes.
This was nothing like the Central Land, where fields joined fields and villages and towns appeared at every turn. Across vast stretches of wilderness, a few scattered stockades made up the mortal world of the Southern Wastes.
Wild beasts, venomous insects, Yin Demons beyond control, monsters lurking who knew where, the Southern Wastes Demon Cult standing above them all in pursuit of Transcendence, and the Dharma-Ending Lord, half-glimpsed beyond the heavens...
Together, these made the Southern Wastes.
The Solitary Bamboo Kingdom was a realm under the Longevity Sect's control. Su Che had read the sect's records: the kingdom's history was long, and though its ruling lineage had changed repeatedly, the sect had raised its rulers into the region's overlords after establishing itself in the Southern Wastes.
The kingdom had long been bound to the Longevity Sect.
Shifts of power within the sect reached the Solitary Bamboo Kingdom, while the kingdom's own struggles played out among the sect's lower-ranking disciples.
Lü Zheng was a fine example.
Su Che brought no one with him this time. He merely told Sun Cheng to close the hall doors.
He suspected that the so-called Eight Vein Heads had reached some understanding and meant to deal with him together.
Another scheme was probably waiting for him in the Solitary Bamboo Kingdom. And once he was gone, would they break into the deserted Hall of Spiritual Flourishing?
Su Che did not think they had