There's an internal traitor!
Zhou Yi looked at the Xuan Jing with suspicion. What could there possibly be in the Mysterious Primordial Sect worth scheming over?
A few big cats, a few small cats—altogether but a few, and the mine in the mountains belongs to the Heavenly Court. Even the right to mine has fallen into the hands of the Mountain Gods. A lofty Sect of the Immortal Dao has declined to the point where it doesn't have enough Spirit Stones to support the protective formation!
"If it's as you say, brother, why don't you leave the Mysterious Primordial Sect?"
"How can I leave?"
Xuan Jing retorted, "If encountered by the Heavenly Court's inspectors, exposing one's cultivation and techniques, our master would have violated the heavenly laws!"