Jiang Yi raised a hand to gently rub the Cat Master's round little head and fed it two strips of air-dried Spirit Fowl meat.
Profound Mystery True Person's eyes immediately lit up. With the jerky in its mouth, it sprang onto the offering table beside them, curled into a ball, and feasted.
Having sent the greedy cat off, Jiang Yi lowered his eyelids slightly, looking as though he had closed his eyes in thought.
Dense, tadpole-like characters flowed through his eyes, soon joining into a clear thread.
So Swan Mountain wasn't a den of Rogue Cultivators, but a nest of the Nether Spring Sect, an ancient Demonic Cultivator Dharma Lineage.
The Huang and Wang Clans, those two fifth-rank local clans, hadn't suddenly risen in rebellion either. Their swift rise and spreading branches had depended on the Nether Spring Sect's secret support all along.
As for the Illuminating Nether Sect, their plans remain unclear. Presumably because a Foundation Establishment True Person stands behind them, the Heavenly Book passed over them as I wished.
It was precisely because a Sect-tier Dharma Lineage concealed them that the Qianji Sect never noticed anything amiss.
Had the commoners under their rule not dwindled by twenty percent, and had rumors of Rogue Cultivators gathering not reached Xu Yan's ears, Senior Brother Han and I would never have made this trip.
Jiang Yi's thoughts stirred, and he secretly wondered whether he, too, was one of the rumored "Children of Destiny."
Otherwise, why was he always being dragged into schemes concealing "Fortuitous Encounters"?
Back at Three Harmonies Ward, he had only wanted a secure Master-Inheritance.
Yet not only had he coaxed the Cat Master into coming with him, he had also made contact with Xuanchanzi, an inheritor of the Zhongyi Sect.
This time, upon arriving in Hanyang Prefecture,