Skyblue, inside the hall.
A man in black Daoist robes gently set down the document in his hand, worry deepening between his brows. Two Dharma Swords lay flat beside the blue-jade desk, fine sparks of lightning twining with fiery energy and giving off a humming sound.
"Still no trace of Wei Yan?"
"Master, I have sent people to investigate in the Plainlands. He has not appeared again since the last ambush."
Liu Xingfang answered quietly. Dashing in his blue robes, with the gleaming silver longsword [Panpo] on his back, he asked in a low voice:
"Should we send someone to keep watch on the Wu Clan?"
"No need."
After lightly stroking the two Dharma Swords, Xu Xuan drew them into his Qi Sea. His gaze was grave as he said quietly:
"With Wu Heyong there, ordinary men cannot hide from him. Origin Poison is a sinister, vicious lineage, difficult to guard against. I have already written to the Liu Household about Wu Heyong and asked Liu Qiuqi to help keep an eye on things."
"Our priority now is still to find Wei Yan. He was the sect leader's personal disciple and has mastered Sword Qi. Now that he has returned with Foundation Establishment cultivation, he ought to inherit the sect leader's position. What our abbey must do is support his ascent."
The hall was bright. Liu Xingfang listened in silence. He felt considerable affinity with Wei Yan, and seeing his master willing to intervene stirred a measure of emotion in him.
"He was born a mine slave, but his steadfast resolve to seek the Dao and his composure surpass those of many disciples from immortal sects and aristocratic clans."
"There has simply been too little time. With his early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation and that sword in his hand, he can