It’s not really a heart-to-heart, just so chit-chat.
As the clan leader, especially one belonging to a clan that isn’t favored by either humans or demons, he naturally had his guard up.
The two mainly discussed everyday observations and so trivial hobbies.
For instance, Zhang Ze heard the Old Wolf King say he greatly admired a renowned poet from North Liao and wished to et the gentleman at the Liao Capital, but due to his own identity, it seed unlikely.
"The poems of that gentleman with the surna Wen are truly excellent, but I fear I may never get to see him in this life. This is a lingering obsession of mine; I nad my daughter Siwen, inspired by the sentint from one of his poems," the Old Wolf King said.
As Zhang Ze listened while sipping tea, he choked a bit upon hearing the Old Wolf King’s daughter was nad Wang Siwen.
Such a familiar na.
Wasn’t the Demon race dignitary from the Zhendong Trading Company, who ca to discuss business here in a funeral urn, also nad Wang Siwen?
Isn’t this too much of a coincidence...
However, Zhang Ze quickly resolved this feeling, recalling that he’d even once flicked the little sparrow of the Sword Sect’s ancestor, so this was nothing significant.
Just as Zhang Ze was planning to continue chatting with the Old Wolf King, he suddenly noticed the hall had quieted down.
Everyone was looking at him.
"Ahem, we’ve had enough small talk; perhaps it’s ti to discuss the Human Emperor Banner and the alliance eting," the young sect leader suggested, seemingly finding the idle chatter tireso, and wanted to steer the conversation back on track.
But Patriarch Xiao furrowed his brow and said, "Patriarch ng hasn’t arrived yet; shall we wait a bit longer?"
"Yes, let’s wait a little longer," soone echoed.
The Celestial Sect Leader signaled to her disciple, who imdiately understood and got up to leave the room.
Standing behind his father, Xiao Qingyun also frowned slightly.
"The ng Family and the Xiao Family have been long-term allies and are the initiators of this alliance eting. I saw the patriarch arrive yesterday. Perhaps today so unexpected family matters arose, causing him to be late," explained the Old Wolf King to Zhang Ze.
"You’re aware of this?" Zhang Ze asked, intrigued.
"As dependents on others, it’s crucial to be well-inford about these minor details to avoid causing displeasure in the future," the Old Wolf King advised with the assumption that Zhang Ze was just another small force here as a proxy.
However, Zhang Ze was contemplating other matters.
Logically speaking, organizing a eting for rebellion would inherently carry so ominous charm.
Those who don’t show up at such tis are often traitors...
This bleakly nad place, White Mount, felt extrely inauspicious.
Based on historical legends from another world, when Han King betrayed the Xiongnu, Emperor Gaozu of Han beat Han King but was later surrounded by the Xiongnu at a place called White Mount.
Surely, it couldn’t be so coincidental, Zhang Ze wondered.
And yet, much like Zhang Ze’s own tendency for dramatic circumstances, historically, this alliance eting indeed t with trouble.
The ng Family were indeed traitors.
In the darkness of the Illusion Realm, that diary once again showed changes.
[78th year of South Korea.
We have a traitor among us.
Seems it was preditated.
During the interrogation of prisoners, it was discovered that ng Family mbers, along with the young lord of Southern Chen, had betrayed.
The young lord calls the Barbarian King his godfather.
Southern Chen is preparing to reform, shave their heads, change their clothes, and make the Barbarian Race the leaders thereafter.
Insane, with a brain full of nonsense.
But fortunately, I am invincible.]
.....
In the small courtyard allocated to Zhang Ze, Chong Sanchun was playing chess with Li.
Despite his usual reckless deanor, Chong Sanchun proved to be very skilled at chess, locked in a stalemate with Li.
As the two were engaged in a heated black-and-white chess piece battle, Miemie, disguised as Little Earth Immortal, quietly slipped out through the window.
Miemie vaguely rembered that sothing had happened at this alliance eting, but she couldn’t recall exactly what.
She intended to head over to the assembly hall to watch the proceedings.
But the mountain path was treacherous, and although the little Earth Immortal had infinite stamina, her small stature made climbing very difficult.
In an unguarded mont, Little Earth Immortal tripped over herself and rolled down the mountain path.
Luckily, before she could fall off a cliff, soone caught her.
Looking up, Little Earth Immortal saw it was the Celestial Sect cultivator, clothed in flowing white, who had led them up the mountain.
"Why are you here, little guy? I...never mind, stay by my side and don’t cause trouble; I’ll take you back later," the Celestial Sect cultivator said, continuing to walk without stopping, though his pace wasn’t visibly fast. He stepped dozens of ters at a ti, covering Little Earth Immortal’s eyes, using a special route to navigate the mountain.
Moving between the white canopy covering White Mount.
When he passed through the obscurations and arrived at a rocky Flying Waterfall River Beach, the cultivator suddenly paused.
He saw a large rock covered in knife marks, with a lingering aura of bloodshed.
This stone was a pivotal point in the sky do array, judging by the knife scars, broken by soone yesterday...
In his shock and inexperience, the cultivator foolishly attempted to approach and investigate who had done it.
Fortunately, Miemie was there.
Miemie assud, even using her rear end to think, that there was undoubtedly an internal traitor, and the large stone was clearly a trap.
Thus she mimicked Little Earth Immortal’s manner and scread.
"Ahhhh! There’s a ghost! Murder! There’s a trap, ahhhh!"
The loud cry snapped the Celestial Sect cultivator out of it, and he instantly backed away from the large rock, transforming into a ray of light to retreat.
Several blades struck where he had just stood.
Once the cultivator retreated, Patriarch ng erged from the shadows, followed by several family adherents.
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