Chapter 5081 — Contacting Old Man Wei
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"I let Yu Zhengliang and his three men go this time. Tell me, how do you think your Primordial Alliance will react?" Wei Zhao asked suddenly.
"Uh..." Fei Yangnian choked for a moment. For once, he actually felt a flicker of the shame a traitor ought to feel, though he tossed it aside the very next instant and said weakly, "They'll probably be pretty nervous."
Nervous they would certainly be. First Sun Baimei and Yin Zhiping of the Evil-Warding Sect had been killed, then Xue Jianming, the senior disciple leading the Snow Sword Sect's delegation, had his dantian destroyed and been locked up in the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, and now it was the turn of Yu Zhengliang and the other three of the Qiangkun Sect to be mauled. Any one of these was enough to set off an uproar; piled together now, the whole Primordial Alliance was surely gripped by panic.
And the one who had set all of it in motion was Wei Zhao, standing right beside him. Everyone had assumed that tempering oneself in the secular world would be easy and pleasant—but with Wei Zhao stirring the pot like this, the folk of the Primordial Alliance were unlikely to find it pleasant at all.
"And after the nerves? What follow-up moves might there be—sending people for revenge, for instance?" Wei Zhao pressed. This was what concerned him most. If the Primordial Alliance, provoked by this string of shocks, simply lost control and went berserk, launching a bloody purge against the secular world's cultivation factions, that would be real trouble.
"I doubt they'd go so far as to send people for outright revenge. The Primordial Alliance is only a loose coalition of sects, after all. As long as it isn't their own sect in trouble, most of them are probably secretly gloating over another sect's misfortune. I don't think anyone would be so kind as to stick their neck out for another sect. At most, I'd say, they'll send word to the disciples out on training and tell everyone to tread carefully." Fei Yangnian offered this cautious guess.
The answer smacked a little of judging a gentleman by a petty man's measure, but it was also the most likely scenario. The Primordial Alliance was hardly a solid monolith; between its sects there was always an endless tangle of fresh grudges and old scores. Unless real disaster loomed, they would not readily pull together.
Wei Zhao relaxed slightly. Then he asked, "Do you have a way to contact the disciples out on training? And do you know how to get in touch with Leng Leng?"
Leng Leng's whereabouts were another matter of paramount importance to Wei Zhao. She had a phone on her, true, but every attempt to call had ended with the same result—her phone was switched off. Wei Zhao guessed the battery had probably died. And she might well be hiding away in some remote mountain forest to cultivate, with no way to charge it; otherwise, given her earlier enthusiasm for the phone, she would hardly have left it be.
"Uh, I wouldn't call it a contact method, exactly. Each sect has its own special marks. When disciples go out to train, they leave special marks to communicate with the others. The Snow Sword Sect does the same," Fei Yangnian answered.
Wei Zhao was speechless at the sound of it. The method was far too ancient—straight out of the primitive ways of the old martial world. In modern times it was like casting a net into the open sea; finding Leng Leng that way was utterly unrealistic. Unless she happened to be right nearby—a possibility even lower than winning the lottery.
"Then how am I supposed to find Leng Leng?" Wei Zhao asked.
Fei Yangnian gave him a helpless look. I'm not close to Leng Leng either—if you don't know how to find her, how would I? But he dared not say so to Wei Zhao's face. After a moment's thought, he could only say, "In a year, the Primordial Channel will close. At that time all the disciples should gather at the formation entrance in the Shennongjia. You should be able to find Leng Leng there."