After releasing the soul crows, Yuan Ming walked back to his room, closed the door, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
Through the perspective of the four soul crows, he felt as if he was soaring high in the sky, looking down at the entirety of Zhenling Sect.
Yuan Ming's actions weren't spontaneous but had been premeditated.
When Gu Qiuming invited him to his Sect, Yuan Ming had already set his sights on the incense of their Ancestor Hall, which he urgently needed now.
Zhenling Sect, unlike the talent-scarce Xuanhua Temple, wasn't a powerful large-scale sect, but had an orderly heritage and was clan-based, which he guessed meant their tributory incense's desire power might be purer.
The only trouble was the highest cultivation level within Zhenling Sect was around late-stage Core Formation, which Yuan Ming had already investigated. Making a move here, with the cloak given by Xi Ying to cover him, as long as he was careful, the risk was still within a controllable range.
