"This dao pattern is too hard to comprehend. It has been five months, but not one lead at all."
In the secret cultivation room, Jiang Yi opened his eyes, feeling a little headache. These five months in seclusion, he had been trying to comprehend some dao patterns. However, he could not even understand a low-tier dao pattern of the lowest grade. As his natural endowments were not insignificant—if he was not able to understand, that could only mean that the dao pattern was really too hard to crack.
What gave him a little bit of comfort was that the Tang Clan was proving to be reliable. The first half-month, Jiang Yi had been using his State of the Union of Heaven and Man to track Tang Ming and the martial artists on the Heaven Fate Ship. However, he had not discovered anything strange. It had been five months; if the Tang Clan had betrayed him—by this time, the North Thearch would have long come to kill him.