Chapter 402

The two of them traveled in silence, each lost in his own thoughts, heading toward the residential level of the Qingyun Sect's Grand Elders and the others.

Meanwhile, in the room used for handling sect affairs, Liu Yong, the First Generation Dragon Head Market Master, was buried in work, frantically organizing the few resources the sect still had left.

The Divine Ship roaming the Netherworld and breaking through the barrier between the two realms required no small amount of energy. If they continued eating through their reserves without replenishing them, then before they could ever fight their way back to Xinyue Kingdom, the sect would probably collapse within a few centuries.

"Sigh, the North has been squeezed about dry. The market masters are all broke now. No, we have to expand into the lands of the South. Mm, Elite Disciples aren't reliable enough. We'll have to send someone from the Seven Sons of Qingyun."

Shiyue Kingdom might be small, but its people were bold as hell.

The market masters in the North had lowered their heads and admitted defeat because they had witnessed the Qingyun Sect's strength. They had weighed the gains and losses in their hearts. Resistance meant death, and the price they had to pay would still have to be paid.

So there was no need to throw their lives away. They simply gave in.

But if there had been even the slightest chance, just see whether those people would dare come at you or not.

The Sha Refiners of the South were different. After all, they had not personally seen the scene of the one surnamed Liu palm-striking the nine great market masters to death, nor the sight of him sending out sect disciples to wantonly slaughter hundreds of thousands of people. It would be strange if