"Please, Brother Chu, tell me."
Lin Changheng picked up the wine pot and refilled Zhu Guangsheng's empty cup.
"Mr. Lin, have you ever heard of the Bixiao Sect?"
Zhu Guangsheng didn't answer directly. Instead, he placed a hand on his wine cup, looked at the now-full glass, and asked with a smile.
"Of course. It's to the east of the Immortal City. Along with the Purple Extreme Sect and Cyan Mist Temple, it is one of the top Sects and Daoist Schools. Each governs a territory, shepherding the world's cultivators on behalf of the Extreme South Palace."
A thought struck Lin Changheng. 'Could this be related to the Bixiao Sect?'
He immediately played along.
"Correct. But did you know, Mr. Lin, that the 'Bi' in Bixiao refers to their lush, flourishing Spirit Wood, which is so dense it blots out the sun and resembles a green sky?"
Zhu Guangsheng raised an eyebrow as he spoke, touching upon a blind spot in Lin Changheng's knowledge.
