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"Do you really not know?"

"I really don't!"

Faced with Xuan Zhou's relentless questioning, Yang Lingqing could only spread her hands helplessly.

At that moment, Yang Yuanliu rose to refill his master's tea, then followed their thread of conversation. "Master, Patriarch, when I was in the Archives, I studied the histories of how the various powers in the Northwest rose to prominence. Among them, the Donglai Sect was the strangest. Not only did it rise with astonishing speed, but it never fought or competed with others over the years, yet it never seemed to lack cultivation resources of any kind."

"Although none of its disciples have produced a Heaven's Pride like my uncle, among the entire Northwest, neither their numbers nor their cultivation realms are weak. During that journey along the ancient path a few years ago, the Donglai Sect was likewise the faction that suffered the fewest disciple casualties."

"This pattern of development, along with the caliber of its later disciples, is entirely unlike that of the other native powers of the Northwest. In Yuanliu's humble opinion, the Donglai Sect does not seem to have sprung naturally from the Northwest. Rather, it seems like a sapling planted here by someone and carefully raised."

"Now that the Secret Realm is about to emerge, if the Donglai Sect truly is a chess piece placed in the Northwest by some Central Region power, then they ought to make a move at this time."

In truth, the various powers of the Northwest had long harbored such suspicions about the Donglai Sect.

The name "Donglai" alone was thought-provoking. Combined with the sect's attitude of never fighting or contending, as though it stood aloof from worldly affairs, it was all the easier for people's imaginations to run wild.

However, after so many years, none of