The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 960 - 300: Which Prince Do They Want to Bring Down?

Cao Zhengyang spoke in a deep voice.

Everyone read the message in sequence, their expressions solemn.

Originally planning to stay uninvolved, they did not expect the flames to eventually reach the Taiqing Sect.

"Is the person who sent this message the County Governor Zhong Yao or the Mansion Master Xiao Ji?" Mo Xingjian pondered aloud.

Cao Zhengyang nodded and said, "Although it is unsigned, I believe it should be them. Besides, I can't think of anyone else who would take such a risk to warn us."

The Hundred Battle Peak Master Ling Yuexiao frowned: "But as officials of the Dynasty, do they not fear being accused of colluding with the sects and leaking secrets by acting this way?"

Cao Zhengyang mused, "My friendship with Mansion Master Xiao is not deep enough for him to take such a risk."

"Or perhaps, the Mansion Master has the same relationship with all the sect leaders under Lingyun Mansion."

"As for County Governor Zhong Yao..." Cao Zhengyang shook his head with a bitter smile, "We've only met two or three times, hardly enough to call it a friendship."

A gleam flashed in Mo Xingjian's eyes: "Is it because of Zhou Qing?"

Cao Zhengyang nodded slightly: "It should be. Don't forget, Mansion Master Xiao's precious daughter, Xiao Cancan, always calls Zhou Qing her big brother."

"And his prospective son-in-law, Zhang Wanbao, also has deep ties with Zhou Qing."

"As for County Governor Zhong Yao, it must be from when he personally came to fetch Zhou Qing and Master Lin Daochen to repair the Four-Color Array on the border at the White Jade Taixu Courtyard."

After listening, although still worried, a sense of relief rose in everyone's hearts.

No one expected Zhou Qing to have unknowingly woven such a deep network of connections.

"Whatever their reasons, their actions are a gesture of goodwill towards Zhou Qing and our Taiqing Sect!" Cao Zhengyang said in a deep voice.

Everyone nodded in agreement, understanding in their hearts.

This unexpected warning indicates that Princess Consort Ying and the others are soon going to exploit the friendship between Taiqing Sect and the Seventh Prince.

If they overreact to this matter, they would be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, during the war of the Five Sects, the Seventh Prince even risked danger to send three paintings as a reminder.

Cao Zhengyang surveyed the crowd, his eyes glimmering: "Everyone, be prepared!"

All the Peak Masters immediately rose, responding in unison: "We will follow the Sect Leader's instructions!"

...

Sure enough, half a month later, that gilded Flying Ship broke through the clouds again and hovered over the Taiqing Sect.

Once more, Zhong Yao and Xiao Ji were the first to descend from the clouds.

The Taiqing Sect's protective array glowed with two colors, and Elder Wuzhu strode out with a stern expression, casually cupping his hands to them.

"Our Taiqing Sect has already sent disciples everywhere to investigate eyewitnesses," Elder Wuzhu glanced up at the hovering Flying Ship, his tone indifferent.

"And it's only been a few days. Aren't you all being too hasty?"

Elder Wuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying obvious mockery.

Zhong Yao and Xiao Ji exchanged a meaningful glance.

Then they stepped forward and cupped their hands, saying, "We actually came this time to confirm something with Sect Leader Cao."

"Oh dear, sorry, our Sect Leader went into seclusion last month and won't be able to see you for a while,"

Wuzhu tapped his forehead, speaking in a flippant tone.

Just as he finished speaking, Princess Consort Ying descended gracefully from the Flying Ship with five Elders of the Liu Family.

Her exquisite face was clearly angry: "In seclusion? First it was Sikong Yan of the Cangyan Daoist Palace, now your Taiqing Sect follows suit. Are you deliberately targeting me?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wuzhu merely cast her a light glance, his eyes as if looking at a clown.

He leisurely dusted off nonexistent dust from his sleeve, a mocking curve on his lips: "So what?"