Hou Du was a little bewildered, but remained forceful as he looked at Xiao True Person. "I need an explanation?"
Xiao True Person spread his hands, smiling. "We should have told you long ago, but our young friend Tianfeng wouldn't agree. The relationship between you two is, well, a little awkward... so we thought it would be better to let you settle your own problems?" Miaomiao'er said.
"Thanks to our young friend Tianfeng, us old fellows could finally come together again. Ah, one parting became an eternal regret; when we looked back, a hundred years had passed..."
Hou Du did not believe a word the old fellow said. "Senior, I want the truth. Otherwise, I'll leave the Anhe Daoist Sect, and Shanmen and Anhe will have nothing more to do with each other..."
Xiao True Person remained unhurried. "Curb your anger, curb your anger. Why are young people so impatient? I was only joking. Even if you hadn't asked, I would have laid everything out. Our two sects are as close as can be, after all."
Like hell I believe you! Hou Du cursed inwardly. He said nothing, merely watching the old fellow to see what sort of excuse he could concoct.
Xiao True Person pulled him down to sit. Surrounded by five True Persons, Hou Du really did feel as though he were sitting on needles. He had already vaguely sensed something, but it was not clear enough yet. One thing was certain, however: this could not possibly have been Daoist Tianfeng's work alone. A hundred years of accumulated resentment, clashing ideals, so many lives lost during the split between north and south-including his guide, Daoist Chongling-and they could simply reconcile as though nothing had happened because an outsider from the Upper Realm had mediated? Did they take him