"Come swiftly to the True Yang Daoist Ground, at the hour of the Rooster."
The Sect Token contained only that brief message, concise and to the point.
But it did not explain what had happened or what task awaited him.
Liu Yu put the token into his Storage Bag and fell into thought.
Why all the secrecy? Had something serious really happened?
For some reason, he thought of the unusual circumstances he had witnessed at the market ward earlier. Could the two be connected?
Wu Chang had been gathering information on the matter lately, but what he learned matched exactly what Liu Yu had seen.
The second-tier talismans in most shops had been bought out. Only a few shops retained one or two to keep up appearances.
The factions within the Primordial Yang Sect were tangled and complex, and they did not necessarily defer to one another.
No single lineage or cultivator within the sect could wield enough influence to accomplish this.
Only the sect itself could do so.
There was no use overthinking it. He would find out once he went there.
Since the sect had ordered him to visit the True Yang Daoist Ground, he naturally had no time to cultivate.
Liu Yu abandoned that plan, opened the formation, and left his cave abode.
He patted his Storage Bag and took out the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades, then shot into the sky as a streak of black light, flying toward Heaven-Reaching Peak.
He had no intention of telling Ji Ruyan he was leaving. The fewer cultivators who knew his movements, the better.
His pitch-black escape light threaded through the mountains at over three hundred li every two hours. Even the occasional streaks of escape light approaching from ahead quickly fell behind him.
When the Qi Refining Period disciples flying