Although a secluded Sect, the Temple still had their connections.
Before their exile, they had several allies.
Their spies littered every corner of the Main Lands.
Each of those spies kept tabs and notes on the Sects that surrounded them.
Especially those that didn't like the submission of the Seven Clans to the Dual Empire and the Imperialists.
Just like they chose their enemies, the Temple chose its allies carefully.
It was as though they were playing Jenga, carefully flicking away their opponents' pieces and adding their own.
But if they weren't cautious, everything would tumble down.
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As soon as he awoke, Liam left his accommodation.
He wore his usual, black-clad wrappings, leaving only his tattooed arms bare from the shoulder.
Outside, Acolytes, Disciples and Shadows burst into loud cheers while some groaned and cussed.
