More people had arrived...
In an inconspicuous stone house within the territory of a Demonic Sect—one with a particularly long name—Wu Wang's mouth twitched slightly. He recalled his experiences over the past three months, unable to suppress a few internal complaints.
Are they treating me like some kind of Enlightenment Stone? Ever since that Elder Wang, one Elder after another has come to discuss the Dao, and one after another, they've gone into seclusion! What are they trying to do? Force me to recite the *Tao Te Ching* in the Great Wilderness, or compel me to spread the teachings of the Star God Cult here in this Demonic Sect? I'm tired, I'm weary... Just let it all explode already!
Wu Wang grumbled internally, withdrawing his Spiritual Sense to avoid angering these potentially temperamental Demonic Sect Elders. He then refocused on his furious writing.
