Amongst the mountains of the south, peaks stabbed straight into the clouds. Within swirling fog were numerous large palaces. On the summit of the highest mountain peak, several figures sat around a round table in a hall. Their looks were severe but also excited.

“The Ancient Perishment Decree’s ninth-ranked Qin Yu. According to our investigation he still hasn’t joined a faction.” A middle-aged cultivator on the left side had a sharp expression. “This is our chance; we absolutely cannot miss out!”

An old man across from him said, “The talent in our South End Mountain is on the wane and we are in danger of lacking a successor. Right now, it’s just us old fellows who are barely managing to keep up the façade of strength. But eventually, there will come a day where I finally die of old age. If we don’t start planning ahead, where will he have the honor to see our sect seniors in the underworld?” His eyes swept around. “If we can receive Qin Yu as our disciple, we can all teach him with devotion and he will surely have great achievements in the future. He will be able to support our South End Sect!”

“I agree!”

“Try and recruit Qin Yu no matter the cost. If we succeed, our South End Sect will not have to worry about our foundation for 10,000 years!”

In the head seat, an emaciated old man’s blurry eyes flashed with a sharp light. “Elder Qian, I’ll have to ask you to personally make a visit. If anyone tries to compete with you, there is no need...