Learning that Yang Potian, leader of the Bright Cult, was waiting for him in Hangzhou, Yang Ge was certainly not about to blunder straight there and invite trouble. He detoured toward Yuhang instead, planning to travel by water from Ninghai to Zhoushan.
The Bright Cult was not the White Lotus Cult.
Yang Ge had no friends in the White Lotus Cult. He could fall out with them or declare war whenever he pleased, and killing any of them would not weigh on his conscience in the slightest.
But the Bright Cult...
First, there was his relationship with Yang Tiansheng. Yang Tiansheng had repeatedly risked his life to help him, and whenever he had a choice, Yang Ge did not want to put him in a difficult position.
Second, five thousand Bright Cult members had fought in the Battle of South Sand Bay. Only half of them had belonged to Yang Tiansheng's Greenwood Hall; the other half had come from other halls to support him. If relations broke down and fighting began, heaven only knew whether some of those facing him would be Bright Cult members who had fought beside him at South Sand Bay.
Unless circumstances left him no alternative, Yang Ge did not want to turn his blade on those fine men who had once fought shoulder to shoulder with him.
So, if he could not afford to provoke them, surely he could afford to avoid them.
Perhaps this was what it meant to say that the martial world was not all fighting and killing-it was also a world of relationships and obligations...
Hangzhou, Old Yu Tea House.
Yang Potian, leader of the Bright Cult, was nearing sixty, yet remained as tall and powerfully built as a man in his prime. Dressed like a wealthy old gentleman in