The light screen stopped glimmering. An old man slowly stood up, his slender finger gently tapping the table. “This Throne dares not believe… that such a massive qi reparation actually occurred in Longsu Province… yet we were so close but unable to detect it. Daomasters Ancientpine and Titanspirit truly joined hands to seal off news to the outside world.”

“Have you looked at today’s cultivation net?” another old man said, “As we expected, they shut down all information related to the qi reparation.”

“Are they planning to market and sell by themselves?” the first old man sneered and shook his changpao. “They still must ask whether the Linghu Clan consents!”

“What are we still waiting for!” The last person was a burly fellow. Although he had a full head of white hair, his beard was oddly black. He slammed the table. “Longsu Province… so long as it’s properly managed, in fifty years, no, thirty years, it’s bound to become a heavenly paradise! Is it not Sichuan’s Baili Clan who dominates the Ming Tombs of the Shu Princes? If our Linghu Clan takes hold of this paradise, how could it be the Baili Clan’s turn to be Western China’s top demon clan?” [1]

“Wait?” the first old man laughed grimly, “Have I… ever waited?”

“Reporting to Ancestor.” At this time,...