"What? He isn't here?"
"Every Sect Disciple has a duty to defend their territory. What is Zhang Qingyuan good for? How could he not be here?"
On the main island of the Moon Liên Islands, inside the great hall.
Luo Wenmu, his face brimming with arrogance, furrowed his brow and berated the man before him in displeasure.
He had already been unhappy about crossing mountains and rivers to reach this godforsaken backwater. Now, he learned from the man before him that the main target of this trip—the lucky kid named Zhang Qingyuan—was not even here.
His mood immediately worsened.
"Reporting to the envoy, three years ago, the Island Master accepted the Sect Assembly Order and headed to Tianheng Island to take part in the war against the Sea Clan. He has yet to return. Perhaps he was injured during the great battle and is recuperating in seclusion somewhere."
Facing the somewhat overbearing Luo Wenmu, Elder Zhang Changyang did not dare offend him.
Whether it was the strength Luo Wenmu displayed or his status, neither was something Elder Zhang Changyang could afford to provoke. Especially with Zhang Qingyuan having vanished without a trace for three years, he could only explain himself cautiously.
"As expected, he is nothing more than a hollow reputation."
Luo Wenmu sneered inwardly upon hearing this.
He had heard of the war between the South Sea sect cultivators and the Sea Clan. It had also drawn some attention within the sect.
But that was all.
In his eyes,
this so-called war was merely a clash in some impoverished backwater, utterly unworthy of mention beside the war between Yuzhou's Cloud Water Sect and Haizhou's Vast Sea Sect over twenty years ago.
After all, in a war where a True Essence Ninth Layer cultivator could tip the scales of an