Sword Cultivators were a rare sight in Jianye City. When one strode openly up to the imposing hall responsible for maintaining order in the Qi Sect, the cultivators guarding its doors grew somewhat nervous.
Hou Niao strode forward, gathered his breath, and raised his voice, sending his divine sense straight inside. "Hou Niao of Shanmen! I have come to bring my senior brothers home!"
That shout sent the Six-Eared Hall into a flurry of flying chickens and leaping dogs!
After a spell of silence, a cultivator emerged to guide him inside. Clearly, this Sword Cultivator's talk of bringing his senior brothers home was not something to discuss before a crowd. After all, the Qi Sect was not the Wu Sect; it had not yet torn away all pretense of civility with Shanmen. Covert struggles were acceptable, but on the surface, they still maintained an attitude of well water not meddling with river water. This had always been characteristic of the Daoist Sect.
The Six-Eared Hall was very quiet. Many of its enforcement Daoists had been dispatched elsewhere. Sealing off a city was no easy task, certainly not something a handful of people could accomplish.
As he walked, Hou Niao could feel divine sense shooting out constantly from the surrounding chambers, scrutinizing him without restraint.
He did not care. A pack of fellows hiding their heads and tucking away their tails-nothing surprising there.
The Daoist leading him remained silent, and he asked no questions, utterly unconcerned about where he was being taken. This confidence came from deep within. He had already decided that they would do nothing to him, simply because of the Daoist Sect's hypocrisy.
They had not caught him in the act, so he was an innocent man in Jianye. Whether they had deliberately let him escape earlier or