Nether Blood leaned against the back of the stone seat, his tone certain.
"Don't worry. I value my life too much."
Half an hour later.
Space rippled repeatedly inside Spirit Void's cave abode.
Phoenix Maiden, Iron Mountain, Flying Feather, and Mystic Light arrived without a sound, their forms concealed.
The moment the four appeared and saw Nether Blood sitting there, their expressions changed.
Iron Mountain had the hottest temper. He took a step back, Law surging around him.
"Spirit Void! What are you playing at? You sent word that you had important business to discuss about Fortune. Why is Nether Blood here too?"
Phoenix Maiden turned a cold gaze on Spirit Void.
"Fellow Daoist Spirit Void, you'd better explain."
Everyone was avoiding Nether Blood these days. They all knew he was a scheming villain who would ambush cultivators from his own realm.
Spirit Void raised both hands and pressed them downward, motioning for everyone to calm down.
"Don't get worked up. Nether Blood asked me to summon you. He says he has a way to resolve our current predicament of having our Fortune stolen."
"I figured none of us are having an easy time, so we might as well hear him out."
The four exchanged glances. Though they remained wary, they slowly withdrew their Law.
Flying Feather looked at Nether Blood, his tone hostile.
"Nether Blood, you'd better have something useful. Don't try to use us as your weapons."
Nether Blood rose and swept his gaze over the five people present.
He did not beat around the bush. He went straight to the point.
"Everyone, seventy percent of our Fortune is gone. Our paths of cultivation will be cut off. Are you willing to accept that?"
At those words, the atmosphere in the cave abode turned heavy.
Phoenix Maiden gritted