Inside a room somewhere in Benevolence Ward.
The oil lamp crackled, and an arm reached out from the flame.
Zhu He's entire body grew from small to large as he crawled out of that soybean-sized flicker.
"The mysteries of fire escape arts are truly awe-inspiring."
Ye Yin praised him, knowing that such wondrous Mystic Gate escape techniques would remain forever beyond his reach in this lifetime.
Yet Zhu He took no pleasure in the praise.
"You should be supporting me."
The Void-Treading Rogue Cultivator settled into a seat before Ye Yin.
"Supporting you in what? Your move against the Longevity Sect is your own affair. It has nothing to do with me."
"Does Mr. Ye speak for himself, or for White Deer Grotto?"
"Is there a difference?"
Ye Yin's words were courteous, but Zhu He was so angry that fire rose in his heart.
"Of course there is a difference. Our two sides belong to the same alliance; we should all the more watch over and aid one another."
"True. White Deer Grotto and Rakshasa Sea are indeed allies. But I do not understand whether your move against the Longevity Sect comes from Rakshasa Sea's arrangements, or whether someone else stands behind you."
"Mr. Ye means that if Zhu asks you to help for the alliance's sake, I must also produce an official document from Rakshasa Sea?"
"Yes."
Ye Yin's manner remained mild. "Preferably one signed by all three hundred and sixty-five Divine Lords."
Zhu He nearly cursed aloud.
Those hypocrites from White Deer Grotto.
The three hundred and sixty-five Divine Lords of Rakshasa Sea were only a nominal number, and they were scattered across every corner of the land. If he had the time to gather such a document, wouldn't there be better things for him to do?
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