"Old Sixth, I know you're close to Third Senior Brother—he taught you more than half of your Martial Arts. But the Sect is weak now. According to Master, this is a time for us to lay low and build our strength."
"As long as we protect the Ancestral Hall, and with the fragmented True Inheritance left by Ancestral Master Wang Xuanyang, our lineage will always have a chance to rise again."
"Don't let your emotions get the better of you..."
Yinn Hong and Li Songxi recalled the recent events in Jiangyin Prefecture, their hearts heavy with worry.
More than a decade had passed.
The lingering might left behind by Ancestral Master Wang Xuanyang was fading bit by bit, prompting the other Sect Leaders and their subordinate Daoist Schools to move from probing to outright action.
Old enemies came knocking, extorting the Sect's treasured Earth Treasures and Spiritual Marrow.
