About twenty minutes later.
"They left?"
Lian Youming reclined somewhat lazily in a large chair, his hands resting lightly on the armrests, gazing at the ceiling as though deep in thought.
Yang Qing came in and sat down without ceremony. Only after pouring herself a cup of tea and draining it did she say, "They left! That old lady's martial arts aren't exceptional, but her seniority is extraordinarily high. She could count as your peer."
Lian Youming said gently, "I never knew the old man had a past like that."
After Yang Qing came in, Yang Lian followed, along with Wang Mazi, Hua Linglong, Ghost Monk, and Li Zhenguo. Zhu Wu was there too.
And there was his double, Youying.
These were all people who stood on Lian Youming's side.
At least openly.
"That Situ Changhen practices the martial arts of the Nature Sect and the Buddhist School. He's never gotten along with Situ Wudi's Line. The two have fought both openly and in secret over the years. Without the protection left by the previous generation, he would have died long ago."
Ghost Monk spoke up. As a member of Hongmen himself, he naturally knew something of its internal feuds.
Holding her tea and sipping at it, Yang Lian asked, "What do we do now?"
The wind rose before the storm.
Just as Situ Changhen had said, the legacy of the Two Teachings would go to whoever had the ability to claim it.
Not to mention the White Lotus Sect Leader, who acted without restraint.
Moreover, all this was merely infighting among the Three Teachings. It did not even include the Gan Clan lineage in Japan or the Mountain Guardians...
Everyone might still be sitting calmly now, but they all understood that what came next might be even more dangerous