"So you're just ignorant."
The master of Falling Cloud Mountain glanced at him and smiled contemptuously. "That place had ties to a True Lord of old. Even after a million years, a trace of that True Lord's manifestation still lingers."
"How could the Perfected Ones of the various factions easily divine karma of that magnitude?"
"Besides, I already sent someone to claim it two days ago. That stretch of sea will soon have an owner, so forget about it."
Refusing to believe him, the Gray-Robed Man darkened his expression and counted on his fingers to perform a divination. Then his eyes snapped open.
"That's not right! You old bastard, you're bluffing?"
"All your mountain's legacy disciples are clearly in secluded cultivation within the sect. Who did you send?"
"Don't tell me you used someone from another sect!"
"Heh. No wonder those old fellows outside all say that cultivators like you who follow the path of strength become increasingly disadvantaged at higher realms."
"Your brains are nothing but muscle. You can't even flawlessly execute the most basic trick of using a Divine Ability to deceive a lower-level cultivator."
The master of Falling Cloud Mountain said smugly,
"After receiving word about that stretch of sea, naturally, I wasn't going to risk going there myself."
"So I deliberately leaked the information to a Mystic Master in the sect."
"Then I used a technique to make her forget everyone else who knew, leaving her convinced that this was an extraordinary opportunity meant for her alone!"
"This woman comes from an ordinary background, but she's determined to attach herself to someone powerful and escape the fate of a lowly Mystic Master. With an opportunity so close at hand, she naturally wouldn't let it slip!"
"Once she succeeds, I can sit back and reap the rewards."