"No need to worry, fellow Daoist. Our homes are not far apart. If you miss Wumeng's peace and seclusion, you can return to your mountain to rest. And if you wish to discuss the Dao and its mysteries with someone, Rotten Peach Mountain's gates will always be open to you."
So Cheng Xinzhan said.
At this, the Demon Ancestor's expression turned bitter, and he said mournfully,
"Master, you refine pills in the mountains, enjoying the clear breeze and bright moon all to yourself. How enviable! But you do not know how the winds and clouds have shifted outside, with calamity following calamity."
Here, the Demon Ancestor's face filled with anger instead.
"Those petty villains of Emei are truly hateful! Two years ago, seeing that I had left the mountain to visit you, they actually took advantage of my absence to force their way in, robbing and plundering, and seized my Wumeng. Now they have established the Wumeng Sword Pavilion there, treating my cultivation grounds as a branch residence of their own!"
"Such a thing actually happened?!"
Cheng Xinzhan looked astonished.
The Demon Ancestor nodded and said indignantly,
"Indeed! And the ones occupying Wumeng now are none other than the Emei Sect Leader's two children, Qi Lingyun and Qi Jinchan, each with a peerless Immortal Weapon. Besides them, Tong Yuanqi holds the Zhuanxu Sword Pavilion west of Wumeng, the Azure Cord Sword holds the Qionghai Sword Pavilion to the northwest, Lin Yuanyuan holds the Emerald Screen Sword Pavilion to the north, and Water Mirror Master holds the Cloud-Rising Sword Pavilion to the northeast. These four great Sword Pavilions surround my Wumeng in an unbroken ring. To tell the truth, I have the will to reclaim my cultivation grounds, but not the strength!"
As the Demon Ancestor spoke, he kept watching Cheng