The Quiet Earth Dragon

As the Old Beggar's disciples, Lu Xiaoyou and Yang Zong did not ask what had become of the demons that had fled earlier. Those demons had been exceedingly fast, and the direction of their escape might have meant that after striking out with a single spell, their master had not bothered to pay them further attention.

The two disciples said nothing, and the Old Beggar had no mood to say much either. His thoughts churned without cease. What troubled him was not only that those demons had thought of, and possessed the ability to carry out, an interception, but also the hundreds of thousands of Vengeful Spirits.

Yet when the Old Beggar pinched his fingers and calculated the state of Tianyuzhou and the Qianyuan Sect under such circumstances, all he found was a few minor twists and turns. This was clearly utterly abnormal. No wonder his senior brother, the sect leader, had sent someone to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

"Master, what other renowned righteous cultivation grounds are there in Tianyuzhou? They should not be without a response, should they? The Qianyuan Sect ought to have informed them of some of the situation as well, right? And the various Path of Gods and mountain-and-river spirits?"

Yang Zong had once been an emperor. Aside from becoming somewhat temperamental in his old age, he had not been a muddleheaded ruler throughout his life. Thus, he liked to view problems from the perspective of overseeing the whole board. Even knowing that cultivation practitioners tended to be rather indifferent, and that apart from the Immortal Dao Convention, the major cultivation factions were usually too lazy to interact, they were still all part of the righteous path. If the crisis were truly severe, they should not be scattered like a dish of loose sand.

"Yes, there