"Dragon-Tiger Mountain?"
At those three words, Ji Hehe's expression immediately grew serious.
Cheng Xinzhan nodded, his expression equally grave. It could be said that no household or individual under heaven could take the words "Dragon-Tiger Mountain" lightly. This was the Ancestral Celestial Master's Dao Tradition, a Daoist Ancestral Sect eight thousand years old. Traced back to their roots, the Dao Traditions of countless schools across the world had sprung from this single household, this single surname!
"The grievance of the seal-branding: destroying our Dao and stealing our will. The grievance of stolen secrets: exposing our foundations. The grievance of their prying eyes: a thorn in our backs. All these remain vivid before my eyes, carved into my bones and heart. They must be avenged."
So Cheng Xinzhan said.
Ji Hehe fell silent briefly, then said,
"Of course we must avenge them. But my original intention was to wait for word from heaven. When Patriarch Qu ascended, he surely reported the Zhang Family's disgraceful deeds." Hearing this, Cheng Xinzhan firmly shook his head at the Sect Leader.
"It has been over five hundred years since the severing of heaven and earth, and nearly twenty since Patriarch Qu ascended. I don't think that severing will end anytime soon, nor will word from the Patriarch reach us. Dragon-Tiger Mountain has enjoyed its days of reckless wrongdoing without punishment long enough."
Faced with his sect's present-day True Lord and Myriad-Dharma Scripture Master, Ji Hehe had no choice but to reconsider carefully, even though his own opinion had been rejected, even though the other man's proposal was the earthshaking act of moving against Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
This time, Ji Hehe remained silent for some thirty to fifty breaths, his eyes flickering. Then he suddenly let out a long breath before speaking again. "That may be for