In the years since his return from the Dragon Palace, news of the Towering Mine Vein had kept reaching Jiang Yang's ears, whether by design or happenstance.
With Yuan Jun's guidance, Jiang Yang had some understanding of the reason, so he was not particularly surprised. He nodded, then bowed to accept the assignment.
Xuan Guang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression composed.
"The Towering Mine Vein occupies a peculiar position on the border, with multiple powers carving out their own territories. The situation is hardly promising. When you must act, you must not be softhearted. If anything goes awry, your eldest senior brother will be there to back you up."
As he spoke, Xuan Guang stopped and looked at his disciple below him, saying softly:
"Even if Zhi Yu cannot hold the line, you still have me, and you still have the Sect. Go ahead and do what needs doing."
Xuan Guang's voice was soft and unhurried, filling Jiang Yang with confidence. He steadied himself and replied:
"This disciple understands. I will not fail the trust you and the Sect have placed in me, Master."
Jiang Yang understood perfectly well what Xuan Guang meant: the fighting would be kept at the Foundation Establishment level, so he need not worry about threats from the Purple Mansion level.
After all, if a Purple Mansion cultivator with divine powers truly cast aside all shame and intervened to deal with him, Jiang Yang would not even be able to escape. Without the sect's protection, the best outcome would be for a wisp of his remnant soul to enter reincarnation.
"All right. It is a long journey. If you have nothing else to attend to, set off at once."
Having finished his instructions, Xuan Guang waved a hand, ready to dismiss