Chapter 3281 — A Strange Move
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Through history many an emperor had treated his strategists with courtesy and deference, and an ancient sect that followed the old rites would hardly find it strange. So it roused no one's suspicion.
"I believe the several of us have wandered into a blind alley," Zhong Yongliang said, mild yet commanding. "Must we know what those three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect have gone to do? Why must we know? What they do is no concern of ours whatsoever. Our aim is simply to find them, to slay them or force them to submit. And vast as heaven and earth are, apart from Cloud Rank Island, where is there that a company such as ours cannot go?"
"Truly, one word from you wakes the dreamer—Mr. Zhong is a man of rare talent indeed!" Though the Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable found Zhong Yongliang's words reasonable, they hardly struck him as an enlightenment that cleared his mind and opened his eyes. But he was Zhong Yongliang's disciple, and so of course he did not neglect to pat his revered master on the back.
As for Dongfang Badao and Qian Puguang, though they too did not find Zhong Yongliang's words so wondrous, they had to admit he was right. Their purpose was to settle accounts with the three ancestors of the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect—what did it matter what those men were doing in West Star Mountain Village?
At that thought, Dongfang Badao nodded as well. "Mr. Zhong speaks truly. Let us gather our things and make ready to set out!"
And so the little revenge party made its way toward West Star Mountain Village, following the direction of their navigational device. Yet by the time they set out, the Bloody Garment Ancestor and his two companions had already arrived at West Star Mountain Village.
For experts at the peak of the late Heaven Rank, and for a master at the Great Perfection of the late Heaven Rank, running to West Star Mountain Village on their own two legs in truth took little time at all.
In the courtyard from before, the Bloody Garment Ancestor, the Yellow Springs Ancestor, and Patriarch Mad Bull once more set eyes upon the Master who filled them with both reverence and dread—Lin Dongfang.
"Bloody Garment (Yellow Springs, Sinister), pays respects to the Master!" The three ancestors, men of high prestige and great renown throughout the ancient stratum, now stood before Lin Dongfang and bowed in greeting as meekly as children.
"Mm. You have come." Lin Dongfang glanced at the three before him and nodded.
"Master, your subordinates have failed in their duty. Not only did we fail to aid the young master, we brought great trouble down upon him. Now the three of us can scarcely protect ourselves..." The Sinister Ancestor, his face pinched with misery, offered his apologies with the utmost caution.
Lin Dongfang waved a hand as though it were nothing. Though he had received no clear reply from Mo Kongwu, he knew well enough by now that Wei Zhao would not be in any great danger—that he should pull through, as the saying goes, the cart will find its way up the hill when it reaches it.
So Lin Dongfang did not reproach the three before him. In any case, all they had done before had been born of good intent; without their intervention, Wei Zhao could never have resolved those several crises so easily.
One might say it was all the will of Heaven—or rather, all within the grasp of Mo Kongwu.