"Since the master is unharmed, perhaps you could help this old Daoist with a matter?"
"Please speak, Daoist Priest."
Feng You, donning a white bone mask, asked, "Does the master still remember the Wuyi Sect that once stirred up troubles across several states?"
"The Wuyi Sect?" Gu Han pondered carefully, puzzled, "You mean that heretical sect that was all about ranking spiritual garments and making grandiose claims? Hasn't it already been proven to be a sham?"
"Everyone thought it was fake," Feng You said with a wry smile, "but a year ago, a fourth-ranked Lion Scorpion General suddenly appeared in Siam. In just half a year, he subdued several old Siam families and re-established the sect at Supa Mountain in Siam, appointing fifteen fifth-ranked infantry commanders and passing down the tiger charms from fifth to ninth rank. Now, the Wuyi Sect has become a rising force within Siam, and many old families dare not lightly provoke it!"
