Zhang Ling's expression cooled. "Senior, the Hundred Flowers Sect is indeed recruiting an Earthly Saint. However, we intend to recruit someone of influence, with a known history. So..."

Lu Changsheng smiled. "Will a man whose history you know handle the Earthly Saints camped in your mountains? Or is the plan to keep hiding behind your grand formation? Because unless I'm mistaken, that formation is already at its limits.

"How much longer it can hold is anyone's guess."

Zhang Ling's face drained of color. That was the sect's most closely held secret, and Lu Changsheng had seen through it simply by standing at the gate.

For a moment, she could feel them out there in the mountain range, one hostile gaze after another settled on their sect grounds. The Earthly Saints...