Qingyin House.
Fairy Luan Bing looked at the jade slip in her hand, a trace of worry surfacing on her fair face.
The Star Iron Sword Sect was relentlessly aggressive, and its branch, the Comfort Sword Branch, was incessantly encroaching on Qingyin House's profits.
Recently, the situation had become quite unsustainable.
Even with Fairy Luan Bing struggling to hold on, it was futile.
"This year, on the territory under our control, a disciple with a Heaven Grade Spiritual Root finally emerged, but the Comfort Sword Branch snatched him away and even injured the Spirit-seeking Emissary of our house..."
Fairy Luan Bing genuinely regretted, she had cared too much for the inheritances left by her ancestors and lacked the decisiveness of the Wang Family Ancestor to break up everything. If it didn't work out, relocating was also an option...
But now, she was too deeply ensnared to reverse the situation.
