The Seventh Master and I had already grown numb to this organization.
But we still hadn't expected even a remote mountain village to have ties to it.
This organization really had its fingers everywhere. Its operations were so extensive that not only were entrepreneurs involved, but even old farmers could be brainwashed by it.
But judging by what this Willow Immortal said, strictly speaking, it was Granny He who had deep ties to the organization.
The relationship between Granny He, the organization, and the village was probably this: Granny He followed the organization's arrangements, the organization had set up this entire operation, Granny He served as its supervisor, and the Village Chief and the others were the workers at the bottom.
The Village Chief and the others knew the organization existed, but they didn't know what it did. In their eyes, Granny He was a middlewoman. Every order from the organization had to pass through her before reaching them.
"That's more or less how it is. I don't know much myself."
The Willow Immortal finished the pork hocks in sauce, wiped his mouth, and said, "I heard it from Little Bai next door, too. Her great-grandmother cultivates in the mountains near that village."
"Little Bai" probably referred to an Xian'er from the Bai Family among "Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Hei."
"Great Immortal, since you knew what that village was doing, why didn't you intervene...?" I asked.
Before the Willow Immortal could answer, the Seventh Master explained it for me. "Immortals have rules. They can't interfere in human affairs on their own. Only when a chuma disciple invites them to possess their body and asks for their help can they take action. Otherwise, they'll be punished for interfering without permission."
The Willow Immortal nodded. "Nothing works without rules. You humans