Western Hong, Wanxiang Pavilion.
The spacious reception desk was made of simple, clean stone bricks, appearing quite modest. However, the many statues standing around it subtly conveyed an ancient aura, imparting a sense of time-worn vicissitudes.
But any cultivator who understood this sect knew their true nature.
The newer a sect rose, the more it tried to cloak itself in an aura of antiquity.
The sense of vicissitude exuded by Wanxiang Pavilion was overdone and fell short of the mark.
Yet their position wasn't entirely legitimate.
They had taken advantage of cunning tactics, seizing the opportunity during the conflict between the crane and the clam. With swift access to information, they managed to snatch up this prized He Dao Bao Di land without any military efforts.
From a third-rate power, they had leapt into the ranks of a true Immortal Sect.
It was this very incident that had allowed the cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion to taste the sweetness of success.
