At their command, the two men led the many factions in a grand procession toward Holy Dragon Mountain.
After they had left, Wu flew out of hiding.
"That was satisfying!"
"Downright exhilarating!"
"So many people—I had a feast!"
During this time, Wu had completely let loose, sucking people dry wherever it went in Nanwu Land.
For the sake of its own safety, however, it hadn't taken much of anyone's cultivation. Instead, it had mostly drained their fortune.
Fortune was an intangible thing to begin with. Even if someone's fortune was drained completely, they probably wouldn't notice.
Cultivation, on the other hand, was easy to detect.
But today, Wu had no such concerns. After all, these people would soon be dead.
Wu quietly followed behind them, continuously draining their fortune and cultivation.
At the moment, however, everyone's attention was focused on the Strongest Sect in the Saint Domain. For a while, no one noticed that anything was amiss.
"What's going on?"
"Isn't this the sect-opening ceremony?"
"Where is everyone?"
"There isn't even anyone here to greet us?"
"They really don't take us seriously at all!"
"Could the Strongest Sect in the Saint Domain have gotten the date wrong?"
"What is this?"
When they arrived at Holy Dragon Mountain, everyone looked around in confusion.
They hadn't made any preparations for the sect-opening ceremony? They weren't even greeting their guests?
What kind of hospitality was that?
Everyone knew perfectly well that they hadn't come here to offer congratulations, but the sect could at least pretend, couldn't it?
"How arrogant!"
"They can't even be bothered to put on an act?"
"Looks like they really don't take us seriously."
"If that's the case, why should we show them any courtesy?"
They had originally planned to go through the motions and put on a show. But