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“Lan Hao, your injury isn't healed yet, how did you get up?” At that moment, I heard Xiao Zian's slightly anxious voice.
Lan Hao did not answer Xiao Zian's question but slowly walked towards us. He lazily sat down next to my dad, looking at me with a half-smile and said, “We meet again.”
Again?
“We've met before?” I carefully examined his appearance. Yes, he was a very handsome young man. Although his facial features were somewhat stern and his gaze sharp, I didn't think I had seen this person before. At least, his looks were not something one could easily forget.
“You two have met?” Xiao Zian asked in surprise, “When did that happen? How come I didn't know?”
“Hehe.” Lan Hao only smiled faintly, showing no intention of explaining to us.
That annoying smile left me feeling perplexed and somewhat displeased.
Considering Bai Gu Fei's explanation of his identity and their interaction patterns, I didn't believe that my dad and his group would genuinely work for the Golden Eagle Sect. I also doubted they would care about the life or death of a Golden Eagle Sect spy, let alone discuss important matters under the eyes of outsiders, even if someone was still unconscious at that time. Therefore, this man named Lan Hao was definitely not simple. So, I asked, “Are you an undercover agent for the Golden Eagle Sect?” Other than this possibility, I couldn't think of any other explanation.
“Yes.” Lan Hao curled his lips into a smile as if discussing the weather. He remained calm and composed, showing no hint—no, I should say I couldn't detect any pride or other emotions.
This person was deeply concealed, just like Xianxian, Lime, and Divine Hand had felt to me at first—impossible to read.
However, this made sense; Lan Hao seemed to be on the same side as my dad. As for how they became allies, I didn't want to pry into it; knowing the outcome was enough for me. With inside and outside working together, I wondered just how strong Lan Hao really was.
“No need to doubt; the Golden Eagle Sect won't stir up much trouble. Let them continue their antics for a while longer,” Lan Hao seemed to be in good spirits. Well, after sleeping for so long, even if he was seriously injured, how could he not be energetic?
I was surprised to hear his words. Could it really not cause much of a stir? Would they continue to bounce around?
Come on, the Golden Eagle Sect is still a formidable force. Although they are not as strong as the Azure Dragon or the elusive members of the God Alliance, is Lan Hao underestimating them too much?
"Indeed, if it were ten or twenty years ago, the Golden Eagle Sect would have been a tough and troublesome organization. However, in recent years, they have clearly been on a downward trend. Whether abroad or domestically, the Golden Eagle Sect no longer poses any real threat." Lan Hao's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "For centuries, their role has merely been that of a clown!"
His merciless belittling and sarcasm would surely infuriate anyone from the Golden Eagle Sect to the point of spitting blood!
"Tell me about some things regarding the Golden Eagle Sect." Since I was bored and my mind was in a mess, I couldn't sleep anyway, so I might as well listen to some stories to pass the time.
Lan Hao's lips seemed to twitch slightly as he gave me a meaningful glance and said, "Feng Zi, you really know how to enjoy yourself."
"Huh? Enjoy myself?" What does that even mean? I glanced at Lan Hao with a slight twitch at the corner of my eye; his words were truly perplexing. Just as I was waiting for him to explain what he meant, he slowly and casually said, "If we talk about the Golden Eagle Sect, I think once you know who its founder is, everything will become clear."
"Then who is its founder?" Alright, I decided to stop thinking for now; my mind was too chaotic. Since others already knew, why should I bother? It was such a hassle.
Lan Hao rolled his eyes in an unrefined manner, seemingly speechless at my ignorance. He looked into my eyes and firmly said two words: "Zhao Gao!"
"Zhao Gao!" It was impossible not to be surprised. "You don't mean the eunuch beside Emperor Qin Shi Huang, do you?!"
"Exactly!" Lan Hao nodded with certainty.
Without a doubt, Lan Hao was very capable. Through his words, the Golden Eagle Sect seemed like a transparent plastic bag that posed no threat at all.
To talk about the origins of the Golden Eagle Sect, we must go back over two thousand years. Back then, Zhao Gao somehow learned about the secret of the Demon God Child's immortality and matters concerning the First Emperor. He believed that Divine Sign equated to Immortality and thought he could be reborn anew; he didn't want to die as just a eunuch. Thus, he sought it by any means necessary. The Demon Clan obstructed him at every turn, leading to deep-seated enmity between them. He searched everywhere for temples while the Demon Clan engaged in Tomb Raiding, leaving behind misleading clues that made it difficult for people to discern truth from falsehood and confounded Tomb Raiders.
Zhao Gao was incredibly deep-minded and secretly established the Golden Eagle Sect, issuing the Golden Eagle Order to summon a secret organization of assassins from around the world to hunt down the Demon God Child and his disciples. Even today, the Golden Eagle Sect still adheres to its teachings, opposing the Demon Clan, also known as the Azure Dragon, in search of the Divine Sign. Moreover, it is important to note that Zhao Gao's forces, who were privy to the highest secrets of that time, have been searching for the Cursed Coffin of the Enchanted Tree, attempting to resurrect the Ancestor Master.
The Golden Eagle Group appears on the surface to be a foreign enterprise, but in reality, it is another secret organization formed by Zhao Gao's disciples abroad. They have been secretly searching for the Divine Sign and have been involved in selling antiques, frequently organizing treasure-hunting expeditions known as Tomb Raiding.
"Zhao Gao has been dead for over two thousand years. Are those high-ranking members of the Golden Eagle Sect really that loyal?" There are indeed loyal individuals; I believe that. However, I do not believe in loyalty that lasts for hundreds or even thousands of years. Not to mention every time there is a change in dynasty, under the temptation of power and desire, those high-ranking members of the Golden Eagle Sect, who are not exactly good people, would they willingly hand over the Cursed Coffin of the Enchanted Tree if they truly obtained it? The possibility of that happening is almost zero!
Power is something that once obtained becomes addictive for some people; it is impossible to easily give it up. This is human nature!
"The ancestral teachings are like this; who knows whether they will be implemented," Lan Hao said nonchalantly.
Well, I understand now.
After exchanging pleasantries with Cold Snow and having a conversation, I fell into a deep sleep. After talking all day long, it was impossible not to feel tired; both my body and mind were exhausted. Eventually, I became sleepy and fell into a deeper slumber.
So I slept soundly until I naturally woke up. When I did wake up, I found that some familiar faces had appeared here at some point. Xianxian was happily embracing Snow Princess and sharing her feelings of longing.
Although I did not know what they had encountered during this time, it seemed they had not suffered significant injuries, which made me very pleased.
They cannot be compared to my father and his group; they had arrived earlier than us and entered different places. Therefore, their experiences were naturally different from ours. The places we came from were ones they had not visited. My father and his group were also forced to flee here because at that time they had run out of food and their tools were gradually diminishing. If they did not find an opportunity to leave, they would eventually die inside. Thus, they intended to leave first and wait for another chance to explore further but unexpectedly ran into us...
One can only say that this is the magic of fate...
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