Somewhere in the vast lands of Fable, an old man was seen meditating in a lotus position in the comforts of his chamber. He wore a robe with a picturesque dragon image on its back.

The colors were vivid and the black dragon seemed to come alive on the eyes of anyone who would see it. Alas, no one was around to witness this old man and his garb at the moment.

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And so this Dark Dragon Sect Elder continued to cultivate in peace. This was true until a mystical object came unexpectedly in his midst.

"CRACK!" There was an illusion of a broken void but it disappeared when a white swan materialized from out of the blue.

The old man opened his eyes and his irises flashed in an eerie light. What was curious was how his eyes took a serpentine look rather than that of a mortal.

This old man was of course no one else but Elder Ye Yun. The one who spearheaded the invitation for the Heavenly Expedition in the Southern Continent of Fable.

Ye Yun reached for the magical paper and scoured the contents after a few breaths.

"That is strange. No one notable enough should wander in that place where even the birds ignore to defecate." Ye Yun muttered but was careful enough to double check his information.

"THRUM!" A muted sound occurred and the lines and terrains began to form directly before him. This was the map of the Southern Continent of Fable.

He spent a 5 minute study on the map and decided that his hunch had been correct.

The greatest power near and around the city of Aurora should have only been at the Peak of Soul Birth Realm and not more.

"The hidden clans?" Ye Yun asked himself. The juniors of cultivation may consider these clans as strong and mysterious but a seasoned expert like Ye Yun knew better than the majority.

These hidden clans were only vestiges of a glory long gone. Most of them were the families and sects of those who were brave enough to join a Heavenly Expedition.

With their Patriarchs and Emperors wanting for a new adventure and in order to conquer the unknown, many of them sailed towards the Central Continent with the hope of success, wealth, and more.

Unfortunately for them, they were never heard of again.

So with the loss of their leaders in the aftermath, those that remained could only hide in order to avoid the greedy eyes of masses.

"Hidden clan or not but i don't have the manpower to send bodies into that place." Ye Yun signed and deliberated his next actions.

Although the Dark Dragon Sect has come with about 1 million experts into the continent of Fable but that alone was barely enough to cover all the lands of the South.

One could only imagine how vast this South part of the world was. Ye Yun used about 3 minutes making a helpless decision.

"Continue with the recruitment. Stay away from that man at all costs. Remember that you still have a quest to finish!" Ye Yun spoke these words unto the paper swan on his hands.

He did not even mention Du Feng's demise. It was unfortunate but their mission was more important than the life of a single luckless disciple.

To this, Ye Yun could only accept the reality of life. It was as unpredictable as a woman's true nature.

"FLASH!" The object recorded the message and it was gone two breaths later.

* * *

Early the next morning, our bored gamer was happily whistling away in his tracks. It was already 11 am and he was about to take his lunch.

He would get a 1 hour break before he would then resume his task as usual. Fucking for almost 24 hours a day straight was definitely not easy after awhile.

Clark arrived in a huge dining hall and was pleased to see that his meal was already hot and served. All he needed to do now was consume it to his heart's content.

"Time to dig in!" Our good gamer mumbled and without ado, began to savor the hard work of his servants.

About 10 minutes into his lunch, a running figure of man almost stumbled into the place. From the looks of it, this man was a guard in the clan gates judging from his uniform alone.

"Master CLARK! Master CLARK! The Ren Clan... they... they..." The poor man's tongue refused to cooperate at this time. He did not know how to convey his shock unto his master.

"Ohhh... Did they appear to get some revenge for their fallen child?" Our bored gamer asked with a smile. He then used his Ring of Remedies to inspect what the ruckus was about outside.

What he witnessed made him raise an amused brow in return. There were about a thousand people or more that laid kneeling on the footpaths of his home.

Each of them were bringing hard sticks alongside their journey. It was obvious that they wished to get punished and beaten by their own friendly sticks at the side.

"No... No, Master Clark. They... The Patriarch of the Ren Clan said that from today onward, the Ren would become a subordinate family under our Han!" The guard exclaimed in unbelief.

"I see. Give them ten sticks each as just punishment for raising a prodigal son. After that, let Lady Han Bei process the rest." Clark instructed the loyal guard.

"I understand, Master Clark!" The guard saluted and quickly ran away from the scene.

He had a guess that the Ren Clan whom he looked up to growing up would become slaves to his Han Family. How the fortunes of men could change with time!

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In the City Lord's mansion, Zhang Yun drank with no company or friend around him.

"You are really an old wise goat Patriarch Ren." Zhang Yun could not help but admire the fellow.

To the untrained eyes, this day may have seemed like a defeat unto the Ren and its people. But to the City Lord's sharp eyes, this was nothing short of a master stroke.

To have the shelter of someone who can kill an Earth Realm cultivator, Patriarch Ren has truly outdone himself this time.

"Cheers to you, old friend!" City Lord Zhang Yun whispered and continued to drink deep into the night.