For Jiang Yi, who was gradually learning about the various Daoist Lineages of the Yanfu Vast Land, the word "opportunity" had become synonymous with "a giant trap."
But those two words held a strange, demonic power. Even knowing they were mostly just smoke and mirrors, hiding something shady, a sliver of hope would still rise in his heart.
'What if? What if this incredible luck really did fall into my lap?'
Jiang Yi waited in Gao Village for three to five days. He watched as the figures in the direction of Goose Mountain grew more numerous, with more cultivators arriving each day.
The villages and stockades at the foot of the mountain bustled with activity. Even the Escape Lights streaking across the sky became more frequent. If not for the Taifu Sect's Exquisite Magic Tower hanging high in the Qingming, its brilliant glow a conspicuous and intimidating presence, this region would have long since descended into chaos.
This land would have long ago descended into chaos.
