At those words, Jiang Yang immediately understood everything.
Xiang Mountain seemed to stand faintly at the head of the Zheng Kingdom's three great Sects, with more than six Purple Mansion True Persons among its ranks—a towering behemoth in the eyes of lesser cultivators. In truth, however, half its body hung suspended in empty air, with nothing to support it. With no True Lord above to watch over and protect it, its position was precarious.
"True Person... thank you for all your efforts."
Jiang Yang now had some inkling of why Xuan Di had been so quiet at the banquet.
Fortunately, Rain Xiang Mountain was, after all, the Lady of Hidden Mystery's Dao Lineage. Though Xuan Di had his worries, outwardly he remained unmoved by the winds from all eight directions. So long as the Weak Water of this world had not dwindled, its Spirit Treasures had not faded, and spiritual energy could still be gathered, no one would dare do anything drastic to Rain Xiang Mountain.
"Ah... all I do is keep the heart of a man treading thin ice, and act with the utmost caution."
With that connection, they certainly would not dare destroy it, but they still had the nerve to provoke and wear it down.
Xuan Di understood better than anyone that this was precisely the time when they could not retreat. Since they could not avoid being tested by those with ulterior motives, they had to do their utmost to keep up appearances.
"No wonder Master so often stays confined on the peak. Someone must not want him wandering about."
Jiang Yang gradually began to see it too. Xuan Guang always sat somewhere in the mountains, either cultivating in seclusion or drinking tea, and was rarely absent. Thinking it over now, it really was no different