Two years, two years had passed, and the Dao Sect had successfully spread its influence to Chen Cang County City.
They controlled the grassroots and rendered the higher-level powers hollow, leaving the officials with no choice but to depend on their breath.
Deep within the Qinling, by the side of a deep pool, there was a homestead.
In this place, there were peach trees, and it was the right season, with leaves falling in profusion.
The sound of zithers and lutes emanated from the peach forest.
Inside the peach grove, there were seven people, young and old, both men and women.
Playing the flute, strumming the zither, the pipa, and the bamboo instruments.
Soon, everyone stopped and discussed literature and poetry.
Suddenly, an older person said, "There is a powerful Daoist movement down the mountain, seizing people's properties and expanding recklessly. What do all of you think?"
"It's the source of the chaos," said a middle-aged person.
