That night, a streak of bloody light flashed above Nether Mountain. Someone sped toward it in a rainbow of escaping light.
When the light stopped before the Grand Array and descended at the Market Ward's entrance, it revealed a middle-aged man with a sinister face.
"You Mountain King, I am Nie Si, the humble third-seat elder of the Corpse Immortal Sect's Blood Corpse Hall. I have come on a matter of business and hope you might do me a small favor..."
Nie Si, one of the elders backing the three True Disciples, sought out Zhao Ziren, the master of this place, at the first opportunity, hoping he would lend a hand.
Nie Si also vaguely suspected that the You Mountain King might have acted in secret. He hoped that observing him at close quarters would reveal some clues.
Zhao Ziren said, "You are too courteous, fellow Daoist. If there is anything within my power, I will spare no effort to help. Out here in the wilds, nothing matters more to us than making friends and getting to know the heroes of the world."
"The situation is this: our disciples lost a few things here..."
"A few things?" Zhao Ziren looked amused. Was that worth a Core Formation expert like him coming in person?
"To be frank, those things were supplies our fellow Daoists in the Netherworld Sect commissioned the Corpse Immortal Sect to purchase, to support the West Sea in resisting the Incense Accumulation Sect under the Heavenly Court..."
After a brief pause, Nie Si gave him a rough account of the entire affair.
The matter had originally been confidential, but at this point, he could no longer worry about that.
If Zhao Ziren was involved, he presumably already knew through other channels. If he was not, he probably would