"The eastern part has been carved away along Ling River, the Southern Border offers up treasures to that old flood dragon, the northern Ziyan Sect, loyal as an ally, still keeps quiet, yet the west has again been robbed of a corner by Xiao Chuting..."
Chi Zhiyun sat quietly atop the throne, radiant with dazzling light, hand pressed to his brow in silence, his heart full of dread; only after assuming this seat did he truly understand the words Chi Wei once spoke—that Green Pond Sect now sits atop a volcano on the verge of eruption.
With Chi Wei newly dead, the Xiao Family declared themselves the Immortal Clan, and the remaining Immortal Sects tested the waters again and again; the noble families in every county grew restless. If it were not for the four Zifu Monks guarding the sect, disaster would have already descended.
