After listening to Xu Min's report, Yi Yang tapped his fingers against the tabletop, neither hard nor lightly. He was clearly thinking something over, and Xu Min stood quietly beside him.
Yi Yang rested his gaze on the large tree in the courtyard outside the window, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.
Something was off about the current situation in Crossing Peak Stronghold. The true astral realm martial artists conscripted from the various prefectures had been here for some time.
Aside from him, who had intercepted the opportunity midway and arrived early, the others had also arrived one after another.
Yet all these people had still received no substantive assignments. They had been settled in the city, supposedly awaiting orders, but in reality left idle.
This did not match what Lin He, president of the Suiyuan Merchant Guild, had said.
Back in Suining Prefecture's capital, Lin He had said that, according to his information, the local powers of Qing Province, the Trade and Commerce Office sent from the Imperial City, and the Southern Border Witch Kingdom all wanted to prevent the others from monopolizing the stronghold's profits. That was why elites had been transferred from the various prefectural capitals-to balance the different powers.
But now, it seemed clear that they had not been conscripted for that purpose. From the look of things, they were waiting for some unknown opportunity, or had been brought here to guard against a vast threat that had yet to surface.
Crossing Peak Stronghold was managed in an orderly fashion. Deputy Garrison Commissioner Jiang Zhongtian's strength was unfathomable, and twelve profound connection realm experts were stationed here as well.
This place had no shortage of manpower. What it lacked was order.
The various powers had gathered here: the Nine Rivers Sect, the Heavenly Heart