Jiang Man sat on the highest floor of the pavilion, looking out at the spiritual mist.
The mist here was almost the densest anywhere in the mountain range.
Cultivating here was somewhat better than outside.
A place where spiritual water gathered was naturally different.
Still, Jiang Man was somewhat curious. Why had nobody mentioned outside enemies in such an important place?
Surely someone would attack this place.
Or did the people protecting this place and those managing it belong to different departments?
So they handled the protection, while he handled his own management.
Jiang Man thought that was quite likely.
Afterward, he inspected the surroundings. Certain special formations were indeed outside his responsibilities.
From the look of things, someone else was responsible for guarding this place.
That's a good thing, too. At least I don't have to worry about this place being attacked.
That was what Jiang Man thought.
Although guarding this place would earn merits whenever an invasion occurred, very few people would risk entering the sect to destroy anything.
Even those evil gods would not dare do anything so bold.
Striking this place meant striking at the sect's foundations.
Even immortal gate great governance would suffer.
Something that serious would inevitably trigger a sweeping purge.
Every evil god would have to die.
If the disturbance was great enough, even the people on the List might be dispatched.
No evil god could bear those consequences.
After checking all this, Jiang Man flew back on his sword.
In the Small Courtyard.
Jiang Man told Old Yellow Ox about what had happened that day.
"I thought you'd strike at them. After all, they slighted you, a Peerless Heavenly Prodigy." Old Yellow Ox munched on grass. Jiang Man smiled faintly. "It hasn't come to that. They're all capable people. If only I