After a long while, Ling Yunxiao changed the subject. "By the way, I have a piece of intelligence for you."
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Ling Changchuan immediately perked up and bowed solemnly. "Please go ahead, Seventh Uncle."
"This time, the Yuwen Family is handling the North and South of the Heavenly Mountains for the Crimson Church." Ling Yunxiao's tone was calm, but a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
Ling Yunxiao's words pierced like bitter ice, and Ling Changchuan's expression instantly grew grave.
"The Yuwen Family... they've actually managed to stage a comeback after a century of decline?" Ling Changchuan murmured.
"You should know how difficult they are to deal with," Ling Yunxiao continued.
"The feud between the Ling Family and the Yuwen Family has been tangled up for centuries. Hatred took root long ago; wildfires cannot burn it out, and the spring breeze brings it back to life. They must have some scheme behind this comeback. You must not take them lightly."
The northern Heavenly Water Province had a sparse population of only thirty million, ranking last among the Five Great Provinces, so there were few top-tier powers there.
Aside from the official Grand Duke of Heavenly Water's Mansion and the partially concealed Ancient Ice Palace, the Ling Family headed the openly established civilian powers. Thus, if the Crimson Church moved against Heavenly Water Province, it would target the Beichen Ling Family.
Ling Changchuan took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes. "Understood, Seventh Uncle. Once I return, I'll immediately report this intelligence to the clan elders."
Then he turned and beckoned to the crowd behind him with a light wave of his arm.
Ling Xinyao approached gracefully, her steps as light as a butterfly dancing among flowers. An indescribable, cool aloofness surrounded her, like a