Chapter 3299 — Drawing Out Wei Zhao
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Of course, Wei Zhao had successfully advanced to the mid-stage of the Heaven Rank, and it was time he returned. Hiding abroad indefinitely was no solution, and without any miraculous elixir, Wei Zhao currently had no opportunity for another breakthrough.
One day, Wei Zhao took leave of Yang Qiqi and Little Nine, and set out for home with Xu Shilan and Cheng Yiyi.
During Wei Zhao's absence, however, some major events had unfolded at the upper echelon, all concerning the Dark Night Palace. Yet because the affair involving Wei Zhao had stirred up such a storm, few people paid any attention to matters of the Dark Night Palace.
Zhao Qibing had lived bitterly during this period. Scrubbing toilets one-armed was arduous enough, but Gu Mengyao had actually escalated things, heaping every kind of filthy and grueling chore upon him, step by step.
By now, Zhao Qibing had become the one who tended the pigs, fed the cattle, herded the sheep, and worked the fields for the Dark Night Palace. Whenever the disciples were on duty or laboring, Zhao Qibing's figure could be seen every time. He did not want to do it, but there was no help for it; the Dark Night Palace had become entirely Gu Mengyao's domain, a place where one voice decided all. So long as what she did did not harm the Dark Night Palace's interests, the Grand Elder generally would not oppose it.
And Zhao Qibing's patron, the black-clad elder, had now also fallen from power, unable to protect even himself. How could he have the capacity to look after Zhao Qibing?
Zhao Qibing was suffocating with frustration. The mere thought of it enraged him, yet he was utterly helpless. In his heart, he had already begun plotting to defect to the Xuandan Sect. But going to the Xuandan Sect was not something one simply did. Although Kang Jingming had already agreed, if you went to pledge allegiance, you had to bring some sincerity, did you not?
If he rushed over rashly, he would likely never attain any standing within the Xuandan Sect at all. He might end up a menial disciple, no better off than he was in the Dark Night Palace. He wanted to rise above others and take revenge on Wei Zhao and that despicable woman Gu Mengyao, so he had to possess strength!
A true man cannot go a single day without strength, but without status, where does strength come from? At present, Zhao Qibing had essentially no possibility of increasing his strength within the Dark Night Palace, unless Gu Mengyao died or some accident befell her.
Just as Zhao Qibing was racking his brains here, unable to find a reason to defect or a worthy gift to offer, a phone call sent him into transports of delight!
"Hello, is this Zhao Qibing? This is Kang Jingming!" From the other end of the line came Kang Jingming's voice, smug and imperious.
To think that back then, Kang Jingming had been nothing but a profligate son of an ordinary family, not even a member of a great clan. Yet he had vaulted to become an elder of the Xuandan Sect, one of the largest sects at the upper echelon. Of course, he still did not know that Kang Jingming was the son-in-law of Ancestor Xuanchen; had he known, he would have been even more consumed with envy.
"It is I, Elder Kang. You were looking for me?" Zhao Qibing said with the utmost deference.
"It is like this. Let me ask you something. Does Gu Mengyao now hold absolute power in the Dark Night Palace?" Ancestor Xuanchen had some knowledge of affairs in the Dark Night Palace, and lately he had truly grown somewhat anxious.
Wei Zhao had fled abroad and would not return, and those who had gone to make trouble for the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect had also beat a retreat. Ancestor Xuanchen wanted to deal with Wei Zhao, yet he did not even know where to begin.
But to let Wei Zhao off just like that was absolutely impossible. Not to mention that Little Eleven had been reduced to such a state by Wei Zhao, the mere accumulation of past grievances meant he could not simply let the matter drop.