Qu Jianlei set the matter of the Fang Family aside and left it for True Venerable Song to resolve.
Then he looked at Elder Youjian. "Then this True Venerable Xuan Yi..."
"I'm here!" A figure flashed, and Xuan Yi appeared. "I only just got back. Our matter's settled, right?"
The middle-aged man still cut the same elegant figure, but there was more white in his hair and a few more wrinkles on his face.
Elder Youjian let out a long sigh at the sight. "I've wronged you. This time... your losses weren't small, were they?"
"A few hundred years, at least..." Xuan Yi shook his head helplessly and raised a hand to touch the wrinkles on his face.
Then he looked toward the distant Warship, waved a hand, and sent out a stream of divine sense. "Withdraw."
Although the Warship carried more than just his people—it also had Elder Youjian and Zhanmeng cultivators' teams aboard.
But with the battle reaching this point, everyone could see clearly that their side had lost.
Since they had lost, and the True Venerables had not launched into a chaotic melee, that meant negotiations were next.
Were matters discussed by True Venerables something minor cultivators could listen to? Leaving obediently was the proper path.
Qu Jianlei watched Xuan Yi's movements and gave a light chuckle. "How could it be a few hundred years? A few decades at most. Are you still going to act?"
"I don't like hearing that from you, True Venerable Qu." Xuan Yi's expression straightened. "Just now, the two of us said neither of us wanted to make enemies, correct?"
"Correct." Qu Jianlei gave a slight nod. "The karma has already been settled."
"You struck away two hundred years of my lifespan!" Xuan Yi raised two fingers and spoke with a perfectly