Several days later, atop Mount Jiuhua, which towered into the clouds, Zhang Xiaohua sat cross-legged, gazing at the seemingly boundless sea of clouds before him and the immortal cranes that occasionally burst from within it. His eyes were filled with laughter.
Ever since he had slain Abbess Jinggang by Jinghai Lake, Zhang Xiaohua had immediately fled. He first used a day of Flying Technique to reach the distant Mount Yandang, where he showed himself, used the Protector disciple token of Mocu Palace, and, accompanied by several Qiankun Hall disciples, asked a few questions, took in the scenery of Mount Yandang, and rested for half a day before descending the mountain amid their respectful send-off.
After that, Zhang Xiaohua did not stop for a moment, visiting several nearby peaks. And what a coincidence—it truly was. He ran into the Heavenly Dragon Sect disciple hiding within Wuming Hall whom he had previously seen outside Huanxu. Catching the disciple off guard, Zhang Xiaohua abruptly struck and restrained him, intending to use the [***] Finger to make him speak the truth. Who could have known that this Heavenly Dragon Sect disciple seemed to have received some special training? His words were hesitant and unclear. Let alone the Heavenly Dragon Sect's arrangements within the Incense-Passing Cult, he could not even reveal much about the Heavenly Dragon Sect itself. Yet he confessed every last detail about the situations of several other sects within the Incense-Passing Cult that he knew of. Zhang Xiaohua found it both laughable and exasperating. He had only been searching for spies from other sects within the Incense-Passing Cult, so this was a case of stumbling into success by sheer accident. He had learned quite a lot.
It turned out that aside from the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the greatest number of spies within