He was the Vein Master of the Azure Cloud Lineage, the nominal General Affairs Sect Leader.
His cultivation was only at Peak Core Formation, but his master was the Azure Cloud Lineage's only Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator, and also one of the Azure Cloud Sect's Grand Elders.
The extension of that power had allowed him to sit firmly in this position.
But standing in the council hall at this moment, he still did not dare speak recklessly. Their Azure Cloud Sect's overall strength was far inferior to the Five Demonic Sects.
They had only a little over thirty Nascent Soul Cultivators, close to forty in total. Fifteen had gone to Glacial River Pass, and in order to deal with the demonic invasions in Feng Province and Water Cloud Province, they had sent out twelve Nascent Souls in one breath to command tens of thousands of sect elites.
Setting aside those stationed and supervising the core heavy cities, fewer than ten Nascent Souls remained at the Azure Cloud Sect's mountain gate. And the results of Wang Yu's battle had nearly wiped out a third of their strength.
The Blue Cloud Lineage had suffered even more grievous losses; only one Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator had fled back. The Orange Cloud Lineage had fared worse still, nearly annihilated to the last man.
Their level, originally ranked near the top, had fallen straight to the dregs.
Their Nascent Souls had all been beaten empty. Who could withstand that?
If they wanted to recover, it would be impossible without a thousand years of accumulation. No wonder the atmosphere in the council hall was so gloomy.
Amid the silence, a white-haired Grand Elder could not help saying, "Before you set out, this old man warned you a hundred times over that you had to