South Sea, Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
Ten Thousand Swords Hall. Baili Yi sat in the seat of honor, while over a dozen elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect sat on either side. Every one of them wore a grave expression.
The Ten Great Sects of the South Sea had joined forces to hunt down Zhou Sihong with great fanfare. Yet not only had they failed to kill Zhou Sihong, they had instead suffered the deaths and injuries of a number of High-Level Cultivators.
No matter how severe Zhou Sihong's injuries were, he was still alive. It was tantamount to delivering the Ten Great Sects of the South Sea a resounding slap across the face.
Zhou Sihong had used a Secret Art to hide himself away. No one knew his whereabouts, and they could only intensify their searches. There was simply no other way.
"Sect Leader, is there any news of Zhou Sihong?"
Dai Ren broke the silence. It was hardly something glorious to speak of, but it was the truth.
Baili Yi shook his head. "No. Who knows what Secret Art that fellow used? Not even Xuan Yuanzi can calculate his location. Xuan Yuanzi has already acted twice in succession; he won't conduct another divination anytime soon. Doing so would be no different from killing him. We can only step up our efforts."
"Uncle Sect Leader, I heard the Wang Family has gained control of the ruins of a major immortal cultivation sect. Should we make the Wang Family hand them over?"
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was busy hunting Zhou Sihong, but that did not mean its information network was lacking.
"Those ruins lie deep within the Myriad Ghosts Sea Region and are guarded by Nascent Soul Realm Ghosts. No one has even seen the ruins. Who knows