"What a hassle," Zhao Xing muttered to himself.
The Xuantian Sect was like a stubborn skin infection, removing a few strongholds didn't matter at all, it barely scratched the surface.
Even after the Great Zhou quelled the chaos in Guangling State, the Xuantian Sect behind it remained unscathed. It hadn't truly revealed itself yet.
"The information in the Calendar of Evil isn't enough to report, and it might make the Xuantian Sect suspicious, possibly thinking I'm some kind of rare talent and keeping an even closer watch on me."
"I can't afford to provoke them, but can't I at least avoid them?"
Zhao Xing put away the Calendar of Evil, deciding to steer clear of trouble.
He couldn't predict when the Xuantian Sect might act, maybe in a few years, maybe next month. In any case, he had to be cautious, give no opportunities, and he might get through this storm.
And if he really couldn't avoid it?
"Don't push me, if you force me, I'll even dig up your mountain gates..."
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