The man in charge of the Jade Sword Sect's operation tried to bluff his way through, but failed.
Gong Hao called him out by name.
His eyes were dull, his gaze darting about. In the end, he chose to tell the truth. The price of lying was simply too steep; one misstep could cost him his life.
The Demonic Cultivator stammered so much that Gong Hao angrily hurled a Grindstone at his head. Only then did he begin speaking properly. "Two years ago, all our infiltrators in the Jade Sword Sect were wiped out."
Another piece of demonstone came crashing down on his head.
Gong Hao sat up and narrowed his eyes at the man before him.
"What happened?" Gong Hao's voice was icy, as though one wrong word would cost the man his life.
The man sighed. "We actually came very close to succeeding."
"One of the infiltrators acted on his own and poisoned the Jade Sword Sect's Sect Leader nine years ago. To our surprise, he actually succeeded. Then he urged his master to seize the position. What we hadn't expected was that his master had ambitions of his own."
Those listening below could not help feeling conflicted. What extraordinary luck. In the Azure Tide Sect, a disciple like that probably would not have lived to see the next day.
"His master then became the acting Sect Leader. Those sword fanatics didn't really care who led the sect, but two years after the Sect Leader fell unconscious, many of them began noticing that their monthly stipends had shrunk. The Jade Sword Sect was already poor, and the acting Sect Leader was greedy to boot. Once their own interests were affected, naturally some of them refused to put up with it."
"After that, they split into two factions and