"How should our Yuan Household deal with the Mount Mi Sect, then?" At last, a man who bore a striking resemblance to the Yuan Household patriarch could not help asking.
"Meet ten thousand changes by remaining unchanged.
"With spells this formidable, even Zhang Xiufu, the Green Water Palace steward, probably fears this Mount Mi High Person to some extent. Confronting him directly would not be wise for our Yuan Household," the patriarch said slowly, rubbing the back of his head.
"But what if the Mount Mi Sect attacks us outright?" another middle-aged woman asked, her face full of worry.
"They would not go that far. Zhang Xiufu would not allow it, either. However wary he may be of this Mount Mi High Person, he would never let a single Foundation Establishment power dominate the Cold Billow River region. Otherwise, he would have no way to answer to the Green Water Palace.
"This Mount Mi High Person is so capable that he hardly seems like an ordinary rogue cultivator. He must have some background. For now, none of you are to provoke the Mount Mi Sect. Let our well water stay clear of their river water as much as possible. Investigate his origins first, and we will decide afterward," the Yuan Household patriarch instructed after some thought.
The other Yuan Household members all voiced their assent, naturally not daring to disobey.
A month later.
The forces formerly subordinate to the Black Sand Sect had all replaced their banners with those of the Mount Mi Sect, bearing the emblem of a gleaming silver peak.
Through the combined spells of numerous cultivators, the island housing the Black Sand Sect's first-tier medium spirit vein had doubled in area, becoming a larger, oval-shaped island.
The black fortress at its center remained much the same,