'Just what you'd expect from a Demon Cultivator!'
Jiang Yi's eyes lowered slightly. Even his apology was perfectly calculated, hitting the nail right on the head.
The "Water of Lower Kan" was one of the lower three confluences of the Six Confluences Great Medicine, exactly what he currently lacked.
'He Shouzhen, the Steward of the Cloud-Receiving Hall...'
Jiang Yi did not respond immediately, pausing to think.
Those sister Furnace Cauldrons were indeed useful, but countless eyes from both within and without the Eight Peaks were watching him. If he, the Daoist, was slighted by the Lower Courtyard and let it slide for a mere trifle, such incidents would only become more frequent in the future.
Jiang Yi looked down, lost in thought. By beseeching the Celestial Book, he had long confirmed that He Shouzhen had no powerful backer. He was merely a pawn, a sacrificial piece pushed forward by the Shao Clan, one of the descendants of the Eight Monarchs.
