Secret Buyer-Chapter 241 - 184: The 1,700-Year-Old Great Sect

In the camp.

The quarrel grew more intense, almost evolving into a standoff.

The ragged old boatman, wearing a bamboo hat, stood there silently, his eyes clouded,

but exuded a massive sense of intimidation.

He spoke coldly:

"All the sects, you probably don’t need me to explain why you were called here. Now that something unexpected has happened, you’re all anxious?"

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua exchanged a glance. The former snorted coldly, with a firm attitude:

"Sealing off this small world for no reason at all, does the Pantheon not intend to give any explanation?"

The old boatman remained indifferent:

"First, I am not a believer of the Divine Sect."

"Second, the Director of the Divine Sect is right there, why don’t you dare to question him?"

Saying this, the old boatman raised his hand and pointed.

All eyes turned to the middle of the camp where a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly oblivious to the world,

As he breathed in and out, the tattoos on his skin twisted and contracted bizarrely.

A Director of the Pantheon, above the Steward, below the Upper Envoy, thus a Grandmaster.

Wei Lingzhu whispered:

"The old boatman and our old fisherman don’t belong to any sect, but because the Twin Cities are under the control of the Pantheon..."

"In a way, whether we or they are all ’spokespersons’ for the Pantheon."

Zhang Fusheng nodded thoughtfully, sharply catching the information in the old boatman’s words.

The gathering of various sects here indeed has a reason.

Even though there aren’t any strong figures.

But truth be told, when a Divine Descent was about to happen in Jiangzhou, weren’t there only four Martial Arts Masters as Stewards?

Now, in the camp, just among the Evil Cult Stewards Zhang Fusheng can see, there are more than ten.

All sects are represented.

While his thoughts wander, in the middle of the field.

Yu Chengzhong gazed at the motionless Grandmaster of the Pantheon and, after a moment of silence, maintained a firm attitude:

"But in any case, the Pantheon should provide an explanation, at least tell us what happened, shouldn’t it?"

He pointed to the dark sky overhead, shrouded in intense resentment.

A cultured, elegant woman walked over, also a Martial Arts Master,

She clearly came from the Ancient Saint Sect of Confucianism or the Celestial Principle Sect, and now she spoke pressingly:

"The two Confucian sects, the two Taoist sects, along with Buddhism’s Mandala lineage, all have people trapped here. What exactly does the Pantheon want to do?"

"What, planning to go to war with all the sects at once?"

"Let’s not forget, my Ancient Saint Sect also has a Walking Under God stationed in the Golden Province!"

With these clear words, Martial Arts Masters from other sects also approached,

The old boatman’s expression slightly condensed, glancing sideways:

"Old fisherman, are you just planning to sit back and watch? Regardless of our personal feuds, dare you slack on matters of the Divine Sect?"

The middle-aged man draped in a wolf-headed cloak raised his head, gazing at the old boatman for a moment, then eventually stepped forward to stand by him.

Zhang Fusheng timely asked:

"The person sitting in the center of the camp, won’t he step forward?"

Wei Qingshan explained for him:

"That person is the ’Watcher’ of the camp and also the Divine Sect’s ferryman—put simply, he is responsible for opening the ’Smuggling Channel’."

He paused, then whispered:

"That person won’t concern himself with camp affairs or disputes, he stands aloof, above everything—he’s a Grandmaster!"

"In other words, that person, is the ultimate Referee of all disputes here in the camp."

"Brother Bo Yang, you should know what a Grandmaster signifies, right?"

Zhang Fusheng silently nodded, continuing to observe from afar.

The tension in the field was palpable.

Even the old boatman, a top Martial Arts Master, stepped back slightly,

But the fisherman beside him spoke in a deep voice:

"The Divine Sect’s issues will be decided by the Divine Sect. The boatman may be a scoundrel, but he’s right about one thing."

Looking around, the fisherman continued:

"He and I, we aren’t members of the Divine Sect after all. We cannot answer your questions, nor do we know why the sky has turned pitch black."

A compassionate sigh came from a Martial Arts Master of the Buddhist Sect:

"When can the ban be lifted?"

The fisherman shook his head:

"I do not know."

"When will the sky clear?"

"I do not know."

"When can the Exotic Treasure land be opened?"

"I do not know."

"Three ’I don’t knows’!" the Buddhist Master rebuked, the skull rosary around his neck vibrating and clinking together,

The rosary consisted of eighteen beads, all made from human skulls!

The fisherman didn’t retreat, bowed slightly, extended his hand in invitation:

"The Grandmaster of the Divine Sect is right there."

The Stewards of all sects fell silent again.

In the silence.

The Grandmaster of the Divine Sect, who remained detached and uninvolved, suddenly spoke:

"The sealing of the sky and land is all because of one individual."

The hoarse voice echoed in all directions, as reverent gazes fell upon the Grandmaster.

Still not opening his eyes, the Grandmaster said blandly:

"If you wish to leave the Twin Cities, it’s simple, just find one person—this is what he looks like."

The fisherman, the boatman’s subordinates, many people stepped forward, handing out photos to Yu Chengzhong, Li Qiuhua, and the others, who glanced at them and were nearly shocked!

But they maintained their composure, showing no reaction, though the Western Believers may not be so stoic,

A Western Believer who once delivered meals to Zhang Fusheng in Jiangzhou exclaimed:

"Mr. Zhang??"

The resting Grandmaster suddenly opened his eyes and struck decisively!

The Qi Blood Palm Seal appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the Western Believer, and with a light squeeze, the Seventh-Eighth Refining Level believer was already coughing up blood profusely.