"Everyone, now that everything else is settled, it's time for the last order of business!"
In a quiet room on the Yang Clan's grounds, the successors of every Taiji lineage had assembled.
The leaders of Xingyi, Bagua, and Baji were also present to observe and bear witness.
An Alliance Charter lay on the table before them.
Once each lineage signed and stamped it, there would be no more divisions among their successors. All would be disciples of the Taiji Gate, advancing and retreating together as one family. It also listed the position of sect leader.
Under everyone's gaze, Lian Youming spoke unhurriedly. "Oh, there's something else I need to mention! Back on Wudang Mountain, someone declared that once the Taiji Gate was reestablished and its lineages reunited, a terrifying threat would strike!"
"Hmm?"
"So it's true!"
"Those Mountain Guardians again. They just won't leave us alone!"
"Fuck them. Do they think we're made of clay?"
Everyone present went from surprise to suspicion, then fury. Murderous intent filled their eyes, but their expressions were all exceptionally grave.
This was both a threat and a warning.
If it was true, it meant the Taiji Gate's new leader could face tremendous danger at any moment.
They might even die without anyone knowing how.
The further Lian Youming advanced in his martial cultivation, the more he could sense an indescribable, intangible pressure.
Presumably, as his mind grew increasingly focused, he had begun to perceive certain abnormalities in advance.
"What do you intend to do, then?" Gong Qitian stood with his arms folded, his expression serious, seemingly afraid he would back down. "We've come this far, kid. Don't you dare get cold feet now."
"Ha, how could I?"
Lian Youming glanced at Yang Shuang beside him, then at everyone present, before finally resting his gaze