A cool mountain wind blew, carrying with it the faint roars of beasts.
The blurry figure of the old man tilted his head and gently waved his wooden staff as if pulling on something. After a moment, he spoke.
"Then what have you all come here for?"
"Surely you haven't come to scheme for the wood I live in? What can you even do with this thing? Carve it?"
Brother Wu bowed and said softly,
"Nothing of the sort. My sect is currently the host here, so we've simply come to greet you, Senior."
The blurry old man's eyes widened.
"This place isn't under your jurisdiction, is it? Why are you trying to manage me?"
Brother Wu paused.
'According to custom, everything within the sphere of influence of Immortal Arrival City is indeed under the jurisdiction of the controlling sect.'
'Previously, the disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect had even put on a show of filing a formal notice, giving a heads-up about their intent to excavate the ancient wood.'
