Han Shaoyun could have finished writing that data in an hour. He had previously been documenting the branch strongholds of the Ancient Gods Church—at least, the ones he knew about.
Of course, more often than not, the members of the Ancient Gods Church didn't actually have fixed branches. To put it nicely, they were like travelers, moving wherever the wind took them. To put it bluntly, they were like rats scurrying across the street; they had to be ready to run at any moment. Maintaining a stronghold wasn't worth it, and exposing one would only result in a loss of resources.
The ancient-style teahouse, for instance. It had now become a front for the Nightwatch.
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