Exactly. The few outsiders they had encountered before had all called out "Lord Chunfeng" and "Lord Jingzhe"—who had ever called anyone a Heavenly King? The Heavenly Dragon Sect truly made grand moves. They had chosen such a remote place for a mere meeting; no one would ever have thought of it. If Zhang Xiaohua had not happened upon it by chance, how could he have known? It was nothing like that Lord Jingzhe, who merely guarded some Tianmu Peak, where Zhang Xiaohua had run into him several times in a row!
Now that he knew it concerned the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Zhang Xiaohua naturally paid closer attention. Junior Brother Cheng still wore a bitter expression. "If I could, I would rather turn back time. I definitely would not have let those two words, 'Shu Yu,' burden me."
Senior Brother Guan chuckled without answering, as if he had long grown accustomed to hearing such grievances.
Seeing that Senior Brother Guan would not respond, Junior Brother Cheng had no choice but to shut up. He asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Guan, what has been happening on your side lately?"
"Nothing. Everything that could be found was reported to the Venerable long ago. What could not be found must be secrets of the Incense-Passing Cult. Given our status, I fear there is little hope."
"Indeed, it is the same on my end. Everything that should have been reported has been reported. Besides, what good things could our Shu Yu Hall possibly have? During that You Lan Mu Lian a few months ago, a heap of people died. The hall was filled with wailing and misery, and everyone was clamoring to start practicing martial arts again. Tsk, tsk. I heard your Wuming Hall was wiped out to the last man as well.