Days flew by, the construction continued, but Wang Zijia began to sense something unusual.
In the Taoist Fantasy of these past few days, the atmosphere was not quite right. There were too many instances concerning the Devil Gate being shared by everyone.
He wasn't sure if he was being overly sensitive, or if it was because he was in the midst of building connections that he paid more attention, but he noticed that the resources allocated within the sect were being rearranged excessively often.
Every day, he continued his routine: practicing martial arts, casting a curse on Yue Changqing in Min Xin's Sea of Consciousness, occasionally visiting the Taoist Fantasy, and handling matters of different lineages.
Early this day, at the foot of White Peach Peak, disciples began to arrive one after another, forming small clusters on the hillside.
Most of them were female disciples, with males making up only about a third.
