He paused, his tone growing even more grave. "The court's decrees, by the time they've crossed these ridges to reach here, are already an arrow at the end of its flight; the clan powers are much stronger."
As he spoke, he glanced around, his voice sinking lower. "And what truly squats here, both upholding order and breeding chaos, are precisely the Magic Veins of the Mystical Sect!"
"The prosperity and complexity of the Magic Veins here, the strangeness and mutability of their systems, far exceed what the Mystical Sect in the Central Plains can imagine."
"Daoist, Buddhist, shamanic, Nuo, ancient Yue remnants… a thousand years of collision, fusion, devouring, and rebirth—long since you within me, I within you, hard to tell one from the other, giving rise to numberless branch-flows of arts."
