"True Qi... a Dao Lineage of the Jin Kingdom?"
Jiang Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. He had guessed that this was a special Dao Lineage, but once he actually heard its name, he could find only scattered scraps in his memory. Its precise origins were entirely unfamiliar to him.
"Indeed. It is one of the Dao Lineages passed down from the Ancient Jin Kingdom."
Zhou Yanwei nodded in reply. This was no secret; anyone willing to search would find plenty of records in the various classics.
Strictly speaking, Rain Xiang Mountain had also established its sect on the Jin Kingdom's territory. After the kingdom fell and its Dao perished, the surviving cultivation methods and written records naturally found their way into the sect.
Ever since gaining a perfect memory, Jiang Yang had often found spare moments to read widely, making up a great deal of ground in his knowledge of the surrounding powers.
"Then you too came from a Prominent Lineage, senior brother, with an illustrious family name."
"Ah... that is a long story. I came from the [Pingwu Zhou Lineage], an Immortal Race of the Jin Kingdom in those days. True Persons emerged frequently over several generations. We were once quite renowned, with no insignificant heritage."
Zhou Yanwei closed his folding fan and tapped it gently against his palm. Yet there was no pride on his face, only considerable bitterness:
"But the good times did not last. The sovereign passed away, the Jin Kingdom fell, and a great war broke out. Several elders of our lineage shared the kingdom's fate, and our inheritance nearly suffered a break between generations. Our situation was precarious. To survive, we could only change our allegiance, so we placed ourselves under the Wu Pivot Black Elephant Tradition."
"Locust Image Mountain?"
Something stirred in Jiang