Yin San made no attempt to avoid the Profound Yin Ancestor and opened the box right in front of him.
Inside the box was a jade book, with some names written on it.
Who knew how many years had passed, yet those names remained bright red, because they had been written not in cinnabar, but in essence blood.
The Profound Yin Ancestor's expression changed slightly.
Those whose names had been left in essence blood on the jade book were naturally not guest retainers of the Never-Old Forest, but formal members.
Without the jade book, Jian Xilai could not make use of them even if he knew their names.
Who were these people?
Past Arrival Peak, Green Mountain.
Several disciples could barely contain their excitement. They had no mind to organize the archives and kept glancing at the sky beyond the peak.
Their senior brothers who had gone to the Western Sea were about to return. Thinking of the news that had shaken the entire continent, how could they not be thrilled?
Fang Jingtian, the Peak Master of Past Arrival Peak, sat in the uppermost chair, holding a teapot and watching these scenes with a smile. He was not angry. His silver eyebrows drifted gently in the breeze, making him look particularly at ease, like an ordinary wealthy man in the countryside.
More than ten li from the Water-Moon Convent.
The kasaya slowly rose from the dark pit, swaying gently in the wind, then scattered into countless golden scriptures that returned to the monks' bodies.
The Righteous Path Sects' campaign to surround and destroy the Never-Old Forest was a major event in the cultivation world. Naturally, they had to make every preparation.
Before the Green Mountain Sect led Great Marsh and the other sects in an assault