Shi Xuan smiled as calmly as ever. "It's nothing important. I merely wished to ask whether, aside from me, Madam Yuyan knows of any other immortals cultivators, or perhaps any immortal cultivation sects?"
"Several decades ago, there was a Ghost Control Sect on Mang Mountain. They acted cruelly and tyrannically, squeezing every sect dry with vicious force, without a shred of Daoist bearing. Later, no one knew whether they had incurred Heaven's wrath, but they suddenly declined. Now, apart from a few old hands of the Jianghu who still remember them, hardly anyone knows of them. Daoist priest, surely that is not what you wished to ask about?"
"This humble Taoist does know of that." Yet Shi Xuan could not quite understand it. When Old Daoist Xu had traveled the world seeking out the Daoist Sect, the Ghost Control Sect had been at the height of its power. Why had he never gone to Mang Mountain, or even mentioned the Ghost Control Sect?
"Mm, speaking of which, Yuyan once saw an immortal master when she was little." Chu Yuyan raised her chin slightly, her gaze hazy as though she were recalling that experience.
"I would be delighted to hear the details." Shi Xuan pulled Chu Wan'er over and had her sit on the stone bench beside him.
"It was a night thick with stars. Yuyan was staring blankly at the night sky in the courtyard when treasure light suddenly shot into the heavens from a nearby mountain, turning half the sky fiery red. A moment later, it became a streak of red light and landed in Yuyan's courtyard. It was a brilliantly red pearl, crystal-clear throughout, with something like flowing lava inside." Even now, Chu Yuyan could clearly remember the scene from that night. One could only imagine how deeply