Chen Miao saw a great deal in Yao Wen's memories, the most important part of which concerned the Blood Incense Path.
Medicine Village had indeed joined the Blood Incense Path, and had done so at least a year ago.
A year ago, someone from the Blood Incense Path had approached Yao Wen and told him certain things.
Because that incident had shaken Yao Wen so deeply, his memories of it were clear, and Chen Miao could see it clearly as well.
The person who had come to persuade Yao Wen was a member of the Blood Incense Path wearing a ghost-face mask.
From that person, Yao Wen had learned something.
The Blood Incense Path had allied with many Yin Cultivation families in Cangzhou and was preparing to undertake something major in the future.
This undertaking would allow the Blood Incense Path to stand openly beneath Great Xia's sun, moving about freely like the Incense Way without being driven out or exterminated.
Naturally, Yao Wen could not agree after hearing this news.
After all, he already followed the Incense Way and could already move about openly in Great Xia. Why take such a roundabout route?
But when that member of the Blood Incense Path took Yao Wen to see his son, daughter-in-law, and even his wife performing blood sacrifices, he was left with no choice.
Either he abandoned his family, or he joined the Blood Incense Path.
And so, Yao Wen performed his first blood sacrifice in front of that member of the Blood Incense Path.
Once he had offered this proof of allegiance, the member of the Blood Incense Path told Yao Wen more.
For example, followers of the Blood Incense Path had already infiltrated some of Cangzhou's highest official positions. When the Blood Incense Path rose up in the