Jianlong Daoist's eyes instantly lit up, and his earlier disappointment vanished. "Speak. Go on. Who is it?"
Yue Chengfeng steadied himself. "The Deputy Hall Master of the Technique Transmission Hall-Ji Cangming."
Though his voice was quiet, it sounded exceptionally clear in the silent room.
"I won't ask too many questions. Since you have a target, go ahead and act. Whatever you need, just ask. As long as you keep a firm grip on this man, you'll have rendered a great service."
"Thank you for your support, Elder!"
Several months later, at Earth Jade Market on Earth Jade Island, the Condensed Jade Sect's headquarters, the bustling prosperity of days past had long since vanished.
In its place was a desolate scene filled with fearful people.
Most of the market's once lavishly stocked shops had shut their doors. A handful still struggled on, but even their doorsteps were deserted enough for sparrows to gather.
The streets and alleys were cold and empty, with scarcely a soul in sight. Only the chilly wind howled past, whipping up dust from the ground.
Those with influential backers and ready access to information had learned the news and fled as soon as the first rumors arose.
Most people, however, could only remain trapped in Earth Jade Market like birds in a cage, crying out helplessly in vain.
Earth Jade Market had become a besieged city.
No one could enter or leave.
Danger lurked on every side outside, while fear gripped everyone within. The oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating.
In one corner of Earth Jade Market stood a tavern called the Immortal Guest Inn.
Usually, it was filled with distinguished guests, graceful dancing girls, and endless laughter.
Now, however, the tavern was deserted and dimly lit.
In one of its private rooms, several cultivators sat together,