His thoughts raced. 'The threat of the Demon Sect is a sword hanging over our heads. Forming an alliance is inevitable.'
'But once the alliance is established, who will be the Alliance Leader? How will the spoils be divided? Whose commands will the sects follow?'
'The politics involved will be anything but simple.'
'Every one of the Four Sect Leaders will covet the throne of Alliance Leader.'
'If Cold Jade Valley seizes power, life will become very difficult for the Wutai Sect.'
'And as the Wutai Sect's Chief Disciple, I'll be dragged into the center of this storm no matter what my stance is.'
"A storm is brewing..."
Chen Qing muttered to himself, an invisible pressure settling over him.
When Leng Qianqiu arrived in person, the Wutai Sect's gates would become the epicenter of all the turmoil in Yunlin Prefecture.
