"Oh! Thank you for the guidance, Brother Zhou! Come, come, I have wine and dishes here, let's eat and talk!"
Zhou Chengxue was stunned by how adeptly Li Fan set up the table for the feast and noticed that the cups and tea leaves were quite elegant, which didn't seem to match the style of the Red-haired Ghost. But then he figured they were probably looted from someone else, which made sense. So, he accepted the warm gesture and began to share some of the secrets of the inner door of Penglai with Li Fan.
Indeed, as Li Fan said, where there were people, there was a jianghu. In a large organization like Penglai, factions certainly existed. The division of the sect into nine palaces was indicative of divergences and different strongholds. Due to the Xuanmen's system of elite mentorship, an inevitable question arose.
When it came to succession, should the leader appoint his own disciple, his junior fellow disciple, or perhaps his uncle-master?
