"If Crouching Tiger Manor is involved, we'll have to plan carefully for the long term."
Hearing those words from his master, Yi Qingshan, Jiang Wuming was utterly stunned.
He could see the gravity and apprehension written all over his master's face.
He couldn't understand it.
Their Chaos Blade Sect ranked among the top three Martial Dao powers in Xining Prefecture, with thousands of disciples, dozens of Dark Force experts, several elders who were Transforming Force Grandmasters, and his master, Yi Qingshan, a peak Transforming Force Grandmaster, presiding over them.
With such strength, who in all of Xining Prefecture didn't show the Chaos Blade Sect a measure of respect and fear?
Yet his master was wary of Crouching Tiger Manor, tucked away in some remote, impoverished mountain backwater?
He had heard of Crouching Tiger Manor. It had indeed developed well over the past few years and was gradually gaining some renown even in the Inner City.
But Jiang Wuming had never considered Crouching Tiger Manor comparable to the Chaos Blade Sect.
Yi Qingshan seemed to see the shock and confusion in his disciple's eyes and sighed helplessly.
"Crouching Tiger Manor itself isn't frightening."
He turned, fixing Jiang Wuming with a deep gaze.
"What's frightening is its Village Master, Lin Yanshan."
Jiang Wuming froze.
Of course he had heard the name Lin Yanshan. He knew the man was Crouching Tiger Manor's Village Master and a Transforming Force Grandmaster.
But his own master was also a Transforming Force Grandmaster, one at the peak of that realm. Why should he fear Lin Yanshan?
Yi Qingshan didn't rush to explain. Instead, he raised a hand, extending his thin, withered fingers through the window lattice to point at the bright moon in the distant night sky.
"Wuming, look at that moon."
Jiang Wuming followed his master's