North of Thunderclap Marsh, atop a mountain covered in pavilions and small buildings, stood a Star-Viewing Platform.
A streak of green light suddenly shot from the platform. It came to a stop behind a covered walkway, resolving into an old Daoist in green robes.
Hands clasped behind his back, he gazed toward the Tribulation Clouds that had hung there since time immemorial.
Just then, a black-clad man rode a flying sword up from halfway down the mountain. He landed on the Star-Viewing Platform, cupped his hands to the old Daoist, and said, "Ancestor, there's been a disturbance at Thunderclap Marsh. I fear a Golden Core True Person has made a move."
"No one's fighting."
The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, a faint green light shining within them. Looking at the enormous hole above the Tribulation Clouds, he said casually, "At most, someone at the Golden Core Early Stage is practicing swordsmanship there. It's nothing to worry about."
The black-clad man finally let out a long breath and hurriedly said:
"That's good. That's good."
"Ancestor, should we..."
The old Daoist shook his head. "Leave it alone. The Orthodox-Demonic War has begun. Best not to meddle in others' affairs. As for that person, whether he belongs to the orthodox side or the demonic side has nothing to do with the Lou Family."
"Understood."
The black-clad man cupped his hands again.
"How are the preparations the Li Family asked for?" the old Daoist asked, turning back.
"Everything is ready," the man replied. "The clan members with even a little talent have all been transferred to the Alchemy Workshop. It's just..."
"Just what?"
The man drew a deep breath, then asked, "Ancestor, isn't our way of placing bets on both sides a little... dishonorable?"
The old Daoist did not grow angry. He merely looked