Five Great Sword Veins, Six Great Elders!

"Uncle-Master Chen!"

The moment Chen Zhuo stepped outside, Disciple-Niece Zhang, who stood by the door, bowed to him without hesitation.

"No need for formalities."

Chen Zhuo smiled. "Little Zhang, I've seen how you've conducted yourself these past few days. You've done well. How old are you, and which senior brother is your master?"

Disciple-Niece Zhang's eyes lit up. She answered respectfully, "Uncle-Master, this disciple is Zhang Zhi, forty-three years old. My father is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Rosy Vein. His name is Zhang Qinghuan. I've studied under him since childhood, so I belong to the Rosy Vein as well."

Oh, a core disciple of the sect.

Chen Zhuo understood why she had been assigned to stand guard for him.

He did not dwell on it, though. He had no intention of forming any particular connection with Zhang Zhi. "Disciple-Niece Zhang, as you know, I've been in seclusion in my room lately and am not very familiar with the sect. Since we haven't arrived yet, could you tell me about it?"

Pride appeared on Zhang Zhi's face. "If Uncle-Master wishes to learn about the sect, I'll tell you everything I know!"

"As Uncle-Master likely knows, our sect sprang from the Azure Immortal Sect, a renowned sect of the Central Lands. Eight thousand years ago, it was a magnificent power there, with several Nascent Soul elders. It even produced a great True Lord at the Nascent Soul Late Stage..."

The customary account of ancestral glory.

"When the demon chaos erupted, our founding master held fast at Sunken Sky Mountain and rallied the disciples to resist. But the demonic sects betrayed us. Our sect suffered terrible losses, and our Nascent Soul founding master fell in battle. The surviving disciples followed the last founding master south to Jiangnan, only to become embroiled