After that night, the White Lotus Sect and Dragon Tiger Mountain were temporarily at peace. Although there were quite a few murmurs within each side, holding fast to the idea that good and evil cannot coexist, everyone was sensible enough to understand that in order to achieve their goals in this strange place, cooperation was necessary first.
The White Lotus Sect members carried torches, and scattered sparks passed by the theater below. Zhao Tong glanced at them a few times.
Everyone came for that tower, but the White Lotus Sect's ideals of the so-called Vacuum Home were as illusory as the reflection of flowers in a mirror, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. They were just a group of dreamers. Zhao Tong had glimpsed that place; it was indeed beautiful, but it was absolutely not the Vacuum Home spoken of by the White Lotus Sect.
