The Xuanyang Sect's people didn't know that Lu Mingshu and Xie Xingchen had quietly sneaked into a place they would never expect.
Chongyang, Xuanyang Mountain.
When Yuwen Zhuo and others scattered in pursuit, they secretly entered Xuanyang Mountain.
"These people don't think we've just fled like that, do they?" Xie Xingchen sneered.
"That's probable." Lu Mingshu replied, "They've grown accustomed to others ceding ground to them given how they dominate Lingke State."
She'd spent ten years in the Zhouliu Sect and noticed an interesting phenomenon.
In a line like Zhouliu, disciples tend not to be too arrogant. With fierce competition both inside and outside the line, one cannot afford to be.
With five or six top-tier Great Sects in the Nine States balancing each other, striving to maintain their status and suppressing rivals, none spares any effort.
Internally, they face the finest peers in the Nine States, competing for better resources.
