Chapter 5097 — The Selection Assembly
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"Exactly. I did tell you about my origins long ago—it's just that you thought I was joking at the time and never took it to heart." Wei Zhao said with a smile.
"You mean that little island where you learned your craft?" Leng Leng asked.
"The very same. Actually, you've probably heard the island's name before—it's the legendary Cloud Terrace Island." Wei Zhao decided to lay all his cards on the table.
"What? Cloud Terrace Island? But isn't that just a baseless rumor?" Leng Leng was greatly astonished.
"It is no rumor. I have just come back from Cloud Terrace Island, and from what I can surmise, the island shares no small connection with your Primordial Little Jianghu." Wei Zhao nodded.
"No small connection? How do you figure that?" Leng Leng was instantly taken aback. That Cloud Terrace Island actually existed was shocking enough—and now it was supposed to be deeply tied to the Primordial Little Jianghu as well?
"Cloud Terrace Island is divided into five great isles—east, south, west, north, and center. The Northern Isle is led by the Three-Tiered Pavilion, which comprises the Soaring Pavilion, the Mystic Mechanism Pavilion, and the Azure Cloud Pavilion. The Central Isle holds the Snow Sword Sect, the Thousand Blades Sect, and a whole host of other powers. Doesn't all that sound rather familiar to you?" Wei Zhao smiled.
"That... how is that possible..." Leng Leng was struck dumb on the spot. Could there really be such a coincidence in this world?
"Not only that. The introductory cultivation method of the Azure Cloud Pavilion on the Northern Isle of Cloud Terrace Island is the Azure Cloud Serenity Formula—and the Cangwu Sect of North Island in the Primordial Alliance uses the very same Azure Cloud Serenity Formula. A shared name might be coincidence, but when even the cultivation method is identical, surely that can no longer be chalked up to coincidence?" Wei Zhao said.
"The way you put it, the connection really is a deep one!" Leng Leng was left gaping, and it took her quite a while to digest Wei Zhao's words. At last she could not help asking, "Then have you told Martial Uncle Xin about Cloud Terrace Island?"
"No. Until I have a clear picture of the Primordial Alliance, I have no intention of making this public for the time being. You should keep it from them as well." Wei Zhao shook his head. This was no trifling matter; until he truly understood it, spreading word rashly could bring fortune or disaster—impossible to say which. For now, the priority was to firmly establish his identity as an ancestral elder of the Cangwu Sect of North Island. At least where handling the affairs of the secular world was concerned, that identity was the most advantageous.
"All right." Leng Leng nodded. She had not thought that far; since Wei Zhao wanted it kept secret, she would keep it secret for now.
The two talked a while longer, and only as dusk was falling did they return to the mountain gate. Xin Yi'an had already had a banquet prepared. True, in this remote place with hardly a soul around, there were no delicacies of mountain and sea to be had, but it made up for that with its pristine naturalness—gathering ingredients on the spot was easy enough. The meal had a flavor all its own.
"Martial Uncle-Founder, there is a matter this disciple would make bold to ask about. And it isn't only this disciple who wants to ask—the higher-ups of our Cangwu Sect of North Island all wish to know as well. What plans does Martial Uncle-Founder have for the future? Do you intend to remain in the secular world, or will you come with this disciple to the Primordial Little Jianghu?" Xin Yi'an asked cautiously over the meal.