After spending some more time, they finally found the Ming Cult's location in the vast Kunlun Mountains.
The Ming Cult in this era was far less powerful than it would be in later years. Although there were some guards along the way, how could they possibly stop Zu'an?
They made their way to Bright Summit, only to find that there were far fewer guards. They couldn't help but wonder, shouldn't the guards be more heavily guarded the closer they got to Bright Summit?
However, he soon learned the reason from conversations among some believers. It seemed that a holy woman from the Persian main church had arrived, and the leader of the church had summoned important figures in the church to welcome her in the main hall.
Zuan was taken aback. Could the Holy Maiden of the Grand Master be Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King?
That's not right. She's a character from "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," and she probably hasn't even been born yet.
He quietly knocked out a cultist, changed into his clothes, and sneaked into the main hall.
Inside, a large group of people stood densely packed together, presumably all high-ranking members of the Ming Cult. At the head of the table sat a burly old man, and judging from his clothes and the respectful attitude of everyone present, he was likely the current leader of the Shi Cult.
He coldly said, “King Baoshu, although the Ming Cult in China originated from the Ming Cult in Persia, it has taken root in China, branched out and flourished for hundreds of years. Now that the Mongols have occupied our China, our cult is determined to fight them to the end. How can we obey the unreasonable orders of the Persian headquarters and serve the Mongols as masters?”
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the people from the Persian headquarters had come to persuade the Ming Cult to surrender, but this Master Shi had refused outright. He was indeed a loyal and righteous man.
He was initially worried, but then he thought that with the productivity of this era, even if the Mongols sent 100,000 troops, it would be like throwing mud into the sea. No wonder the Ming Cult was not afraid at all.
A Persian man with a high nose and broad eyes said in a deep voice, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Since Master Shi does not agree, we will not force him. We hope that this will not damage the harmony between our two families."
Hearing that the other party was so understanding, Master Shi was somewhat surprised and embarrassed, after all, the Ming Cult in the Central Plains and the Ming Cult in Persia had a deep connection.
At this point, the Persian man spoke again: “Besides what we just discussed, there is another matter on our journey. Our Persian sect has a venerable one who was originally from the Central Plains. After arriving in Persia, he lived there for a long time, joined the Ming Cult, and made great contributions. He married a Persian woman and had a daughter. This venerable one passed away a year ago. On his deathbed, he longed for his homeland and left a will that his daughter should return to China. The sect leader respected his wish and sent someone to bring his daughter to Bright Peak, hoping that the Ming Cult in the Central Plains would take good care of her.”
"Isabella, come quickly to pay your respects to Master Shi."
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