Chu Xuan rested his chin on his hand, swiftly recalling in his mind.
Six or seven hundred years ago, although the sect Wugen Ping existed, it was far less open than today and was smaller in scale, belonging to an underground organization that ordinary cultivators could not access.
They hovered between good and evil, not only selling intelligence but also offering assassination services.
As for whether there is any connection between the Celestial Evil Demon Venerable and Wugen Ping... Chu Xuan vaguely recalled there was indeed some. After all, he was someone who valued intelligence a lot, seemingly trading with Wugen Ping more than once, and perhaps even helping them train assassins?
Originally, it was fine if Yun Yan didn't mention it; however, now that she did, the more Chu Xuan thought about it, the more suspicious he felt. Yet, most related memories were still buried under the fog, still not clearly remembered.
