As we were speaking, Nanlin had already impatiently brought over the immortals from the Blue Mountain Sect. Those immortals from the Blue Mountain Sect did not look as though they bore us a blood feud, which was actually within my expectations.
The immortal world valued overwhelming strength. Once one's strength reached a certain level, even a first-rate sect had to lower its head when the time came—let alone a top-tier sect. Take the Origin Estate, for example: in front of Wufeng City, it did not even dare fart.
That was because there were strong and weak sects within every rank, and the gap between them was enormous.
The Blue Mountain Sect was not even a top-tier existence among first-rate sects. So when they heard that this was a terrifying sect like Windmist City, they were naturally scared witless. Never mind that the sect master's son had died—even if it had been his own father who died, it still would not have been his place to speak. The Sect Elders' Council was no pushover; the ones who truly held control of the sect were the various grand elders.
So it was not at all strange that they had made such a decision.
A middle-aged man flew alongside Nanlin in the air. Behind them were not only the Nan family's grand academicians, but also several instructors with considerable authority. Of course, the Blue Mountain Sect had genuinely brought over a dozen Divine Transformation cultivators as well. Their strength varied, but their attire was certainly lavish enough.
Running into each other face-to-face inevitably made things awkward. Nanlin hurriedly moved forward and greeted us. "City Lord Xia, why don't we go down to one of the halls and chat? Otherwise, going back and forth like this would be terribly troublesome."
"Very well." I did