Chapter 1028: The Background Of Mifan Three Sects
Moongaze Lake gleamed with golden light. Two Daoists stood uneasily in the grand hall on the island, while a row of jade boxes on the desk went unnoticed. A young woman in a red dress sat to the side, sipping tea, her brows curved around a gentle smile.
"Miss Minggong..." A Daoist with black markings painted across his face and dressed in a tiger-patterned Daoist robe stood respectfully beside her. His frame was twice the size of an ordinary man and his cultivation was at the late Foundation Establishment Realm, yet his voice was deferential. He said, "Miss... is there any word from the Daoist Master...?"
This man in the tiger-patterned Daoist robe was none other than Daoist Wenhu, master of Hidden Cloud Cave, one of the Mifan three sects. He had achieved Immortal Foundation in the Southern Sea. Just a day ago, Hidden Cloud Cave was still harassing the shores where Li Minggong was stationed, and it had been impossible to even secure a meeting with him. Now, the situation was entirely reversed.
Seeing his humble demeanor, Li Minggong did not put on airs and replied softly, "Please wait until my family's cultivators report back."
The other Daoist was weaker, only at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. His appearance was plain, and his build like that of an ordinary man, but he suppressed his aura tightly, not daring to release it. This was Ping Wangzi, master of Brahma Cloud Cave, the only immortal cultivator among the three cave masters. Perhaps because Brahma Cloud Cave was the weakest, it had always been the quietest of the three sects.
Though he was an immortal cultivator, the way Ping Wangzi sealed his aura so tightly showed he was no stranger to relying on blood qi and similar means. He did not even dare to speak at the moment.
The two exchanged a glance before pulling out jade boxes and tried to press them into Li Minggong's hands. Despite his massive, burly frame, Wenhu's words were smooth as he forced a smile and said, "Miss Minggong, we only hoped Fellow Daoist Siwei might put in a good word for us, but who knew he would be so upright and disdainful of our humble offering... please, take a look..."
Li Minggong had only fought with the people of Hidden Cloud Cave a few days ago, so how could she accept their things? She answered politely instead, "Take it back. I have no voice before my ancestor. You better give it to Siwei."
The Mifan three sects had once been on equal footing with the Li Family, but they were utterly powerless before the Purple Mansion Realm. Floating Cloud Cave had already been annihilated. The two cave masters fidgeted uneasily in the hall until they saw An Siwei descend from the clouds at last.
They hurried to greet him, pouring out flattery, but An Siwei paid them no mind. Left with no choice, they turned pleadingly to Li Minggong. The young woman in the red dress merely glanced at the desk, and the two men immediately understood, quickly mixing their offering into the pile of confiscated spirit items.