Those sect heads, who had been speaking in a disorderly fashion, were now satisfied and zipped their mouths at this moment. Zheng Ming did not observe carefully, but he still saw something in the smiles and nods exchanged among some of them.
In just half a quarter of an hour, everyone had left cleanly. Right when Zheng Ming was preparing to check on the Origin Stone treasury, he heard someone say in a soft voice, "Ding Mogeng pays his respects to the Sect Master."
Zheng Ming turned his head and saw Ding Mogeng, clad in fluttering robes, standing with a grin not a hundred paces away from him.
"Sect Master, my senior brother knows you've encountered trouble. He sent me to bring you a message. As long as you agree to his terms, our Heaven-splitting Faction will definitely intervene and help you solve the problem."