Chapter 5147 — In the Same Rut
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
It was not that it could not be done. If Xin Yi'an gathered all the disciples of the Primordial sects, and with Lin Dongfang lending his strength besides, Wei Zhao was confident enough of dealing with Dr. Glasses and his crew—even with the two Gold Core hands Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming among them.
But that was a poor strategy, pure and simple. It would not only tip their hand, but more importantly, the Center had so far made no open show of hostility toward the Primordial Alliance. Whether it was Bing Wushuang and Xue Jianming or Jing Taiyang and the others, they had only pledged themselves to the Center in secret. Until there was substantive action, no one would believe they had completely betrayed the Primordial Alliance—not even Xin Yi'an, their nominal leading uncle-master. Under such circumstances there was no grounds to move against them directly.
So Wei Zhao decided to hold his hand for the time being. The archipelago was not large, after all; any stir at all could easily be detected. As long as Xin Yi'an's side kept a careful watch, there should be no problem.
His decision made, Wei Zhao promptly returned to the small island reserved for the Cangwu Sect of North Island. Finding a deserted spot, he recondensed his primordial-spirit body, and only then reappeared before everyone.
"Uncle-Master, you're back!" The first to see him was none other than Xin Yi'an. These days, since practically all the trial disciples of the Primordial sects had come of their own accord to the archipelago for secluded cultivation, he, the nominal leading uncle-master, had almost nothing to do—at most he spent each day giving pointers to those few prospective disciples.
"Mm. Nothing much has happened lately, I trust?" Wei Zhao asked casually. In fact, he had already heard about that earlier commotion while his primordial-spirit avatar was out searching; asking now was merely a formality.
"Uh, well, something did happen, actually—but it turned out all right in the end, and we weren't the ones who came off worse." Xin Yi'an's expression was somewhat odd as he recounted the earlier commotion to Wei Zhao, then could not resist asking, "Uncle-Master, just what realm is that Senior Lin Dongfang in?"
The question had been nagging at him for a long time. Ever since the day he saw Lin Dongfang make his move, he had been wondering: just how strong was this homegrown expert of the mortal world? Mid-stage Gold Core? Or stronger still—perhaps even an old monster of the Nascent Soul?
Either way, to be able to bully Bing Wushuang into such a state, Lin Dongfang's strength was surely unfathomable—certainly not something a mere early-stage Gold Core expert like himself would dare treat lightly.
"That, I don't know either. He's quite strong, anyway." Wei Zhao's answer was noncommittal. Quite apart from the fact that he genuinely did not know, even if he had, he could never lightly divulge the secret of Lin Dongfang's cultivation realm to outsiders. He promptly changed the subject. "By the way, I discovered something on this trip out. As the leading uncle-master of the mortal-world trials, you had best pay attention."
"What is it?" Xin Yi'an was taken aback.
"There's an organization in the mortal world called the Center, and it's already set its sights on your Primordial Alliance. They want to secretly turn those Primordial Alliance disciples who harbor resentment. Some have already been brought under control. I think you had best be on your guard, lest the matter blow up beyond salvage." Wei Zhao's expression turned grave as he gave the warning.
"That can't be, surely? A mortal-world organization daring to set its sights on our Primordial Alliance?" Xin Yi'an found it hard to believe. As he understood it, even if the mortal world occasionally produced top-tier figures like Wei Zhao and Lin Dongfang, that ultimately could not change the fact that its spiritual qi was so thin as to be outrageous! (To be continued.)