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Ling Yunpo wandered around the clan's territory for a while, getting acquainted with many Vermilion Bird cultivators.
He was eloquent and persuasive, with a silver tongue that allowed him to speak sweet words whether he addressed children, youths, or elderly women, quickly turning relationships from strangers to acquaintances.
Meanwhile, his conversations with clan members were meticulously recorded in secret and reported in detail to the clan leader and two elders.
"Clan education? What does he want with that?" The clan leader felt embarrassed as he saw how many simpletons of the clan were revealing all under Feng Jiu's clever questioning.
It was too shameful.
The Vermilion Bird clan of today had no so-called clan education.
The Demon Locking Tower isolated the inside from the outside, to the extent that not only were scripture scrolls and jade slips hard to come by, but even ordinary paper was scarce.
