Inside a residence to the left of the Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor's Mansion in the Eastern War Zone, Gu Yue, Grand Governor Ji Yuan's trusted confidant and chief strategist, crushed the jade slip he had just received into powder.
"A pack of useless trash!"
"It is understandable that those Convict Slaves were dealt with by that Ye fellow. We never placed much hope in them to begin with! But how could Lu Wu and those Marching Priests from the Battle Soul Hall hand over the Formation Mother Talisman so easily?"
"Idiot! That Lu Wu is stupid beyond belief! Does he not know that the Battle Soul Hall and Ye Zhen have old grudges between them—even humiliation? Their Hall Master would never punish him just because of Ye Zhen!"
Having received the news, Strategist Gu Yue was seething with rage.
If Moon Priest Lu Wu had been standing before him right then, he might well have rewarded him with several resounding slaps.
In contrast, Ye Zhen, who had just obtained the Blood River Fortress Formation Mother Talisman, felt rather fortunate.
No one knew better than Ye Zhen what the relationship between the Barbarian Spirit Hall—or rather, himself—and the Battle Soul Hall was like.
Back then, in order to obtain the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal from the Battle Soul Hall to suppress his overly powerful Soul Power, Ye Zhen had nearly torn all pretense of friendship with the Battle Soul Hall.
Would the Battle Soul Hall Master give Ye Zhen face and punish one of his own people?
The answer was practically impossible!
Moreover, if Moon Priest Lu Wu, who held the Blood River Fortress Formation Mother Talisman, had refused to hand it over voluntarily, Ye Zhen could at most use his status to have him whipped a few hundred times. There