Within the Eastern Way Prefecture of the Great Ming Country of Blue River Region, there was a mysterious altar on a barren hilltop where the mist and cloud wound around all year long.
A few slightly restless elderly cultivators gathered there.
One of them dressed in a purple long robe with six scarlet stars embroidered at the front said in a sinking voice, “What exactly is going on in the Wang Family Village?”
Another six stars old man was also quite restless. “We have lost two four stars emissary one after the other; even the local Public Envoy was also killed. Could it be that we have provoked a powerful enemy?”
“I already told you; after that fiasco in the White Moon Country, we all have to be very careful, yet you guys still want to expand, and sure enough, aren’t we biting more than what we can chew now?”
“You said as if it’s easy. If we don’t expand, how will our sect’s several thousands of disciples going to eat?”