Zhou Yin pondered for a moment before answering, "That makes sense. The Five Poisons Cult was indeed a major faction in the southern borders, with dozens of sects and noble families in the Jingxiang Region heeding its commands like loyal dogs. It's normal for their martial arts to integrate strengths from various schools."
Upon hearing this, Yang Potian's eyebrows didn't show the slightest bit of relief. "If the Five Poisons Cult has established its faction in the southern border, why wouldn't they trouble the White Lotus Sect? Instead, they travel all the way to Jinling to look for trouble with you and me—what is their intention?"
Zhou Yin looked at him helplessly, "If you ask me, who do I ask?"
With a sense of resignation, Yang Potian sighed and said, "Troubled times indeed."
Zhou Yin's gaze drifted slightly when he heard that.
After a pause, Yang Potian pressed further, "If Yang Erlang is as strong as you've been saying... completely irrational?"