"That's right. Wei Tiancong successfully established his foundation, which should at least keep the Wei Household from declining for another century or two, barring any unforeseen mishaps."
"If another Foundation Establishment cultivator emerges during that time, the Wei Household might even advance another step."
"They might replace the White Household as the 'overlord' of the five hundred li south of Golden Gate Market Ward."
Having said this, a rogue cultivator cautiously glanced around.
"Watch your words!"
"Be careful, fellow Daoist. Disaster can come out of your own mouth."
The rogue cultivator who had spoken earlier offered this warning.
"But what does any of that have to do with us?"
"Taking this opportunity to enjoy a free feast of spiritual food is a fine thing in itself."
The other man chuckled, looking utterly unconcerned. Still, he had his reservations, and turned the conversation to something else.
Tilting his head back, Liu Yu drained a cup of tea containing a trace of spiritual energy. He took in every word, an inscrutable glint flashing deep in his eyes.
This was precisely what puzzled him.
The Wei Household had always bowed low before the White Household, presenting itself as the "little brother." One newly advanced Foundation Establishment cultivator could not possibly bridge the gap in their strength. Why had they suddenly abandoned their usual ways and begun making such a show?
Could there be some hidden reason?
To welcome the arriving cultivators, the Wei Household had already built many large pavilions at the foot of the mountain, providing lodging for those who came early.
Liu Yu was now drinking tea in a pavilion's main hall, keeping his eyes and ears open in every direction as he gathered information.
He occupied a table by the window alone, pouring and drinking his own tea. Without drawing