Outside Jianan Temple, Shen Wen'an waited in the void for several days without a hint of urgency.
He could vaguely discern the hidden chaos within the rows of Zen temples below, where occasional conflicts erupted in various corners these days.
"Is this the upheaval Father mentioned?"
Summoning some cloud Qi, Shen Wen'an sat cross-legged on the cloud, with a Jade Table in front, drinking Spirit Tea, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards Jianan Temple below.
Before coming here, his father had spoken of a favorable variable, but the specifics were left unsaid.
Now, like many other forces, Jianan Temple had dispatched a large number of cultivators to Yangnao Land.
There should not be many disciples defending the sect.
Regardless, these disciples should all unite as one to jointly defend the sect.
Instead of erupting into fierce conflicts every few days.
