"Based on my understanding of the Yang Clan, they must have a reason for acting this time. They would not have come merely to seize resources."
Just as the True Intent cultivators of the Northwest were plagued by uncertainty, Duan Yun, ancestor of Chuyun Pavilion, spoke up.
During the calamity in the Eastern Wilderness, Yang Yuanhong had arrived in time and saved Chuyun Pavilion from the danger of total annihilation and the severing of its legacy.
Judging solely from the refinement and courtesy displayed by that Dragon Lord, Duan Yun could see the whole leopard from one spot—that the Yang Clan's methods of nurturing its cultivators were surely exceptional, and that the clan's conduct was upright.
For the Yang Clan to rise step by step from a minor Qi Gathering family under a Dynasty's rule to where it stood today, those high-ranking members who held decision-making power within the clan could naturally not be simple figures.
Taking both factors into account, Duan Yun had already concluded that the situation everyone feared would not arise today.
"How about this? The Yang Clan cultivators have yet to arrive, so I'll go ask Fellow Cultivator Huo and the others about the situation."
As Duan Yun spoke, his figure suddenly blurred. In a flicker, he arrived not far behind Huo Yuan and the other three.
After exchanging greetings with the four of them, he naturally stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with them.
The other several factions still watching from behind initially truly thought Duan Yun had gone to gather information. Yet when they saw him chatting and laughing with Huo Yuan and Jia Huarai, they quickly sensed that something was amiss.
"Damn it! That old fox is truly cunning! We've been had!"
Only then did they come to their senses. How was