The Bright Moon Lineage? The Wolf-Slaying Society? Those were two more names that gave Meng Qi a headache. Their leader, Saren Gowa, was Daoist Jiesha—the woman who had raised the Wolf King. She had once saved his life, but there was also a hatred between them that could never be resolved. She was searching everywhere for him, trying to kill Meng and avenge the Wolf King.
Ever since Guerduo wiped out the Bright Moon Lineage, he had been hunting them down without ever giving up. He had even worried about this before the battle that changed the course of the world, and had found someone to deal with it. It was indeed strange! Meng Qi wondered to himself, then asked in confusion, "Sect Master, Guerduo is already an Earth Immortal. What he couldn't accomplish before should be easy for him now—something he could manage with the flick of a finger. Why has he entrusted us with it?"
Han Guang paced with his hands clasped behind his back, stopping at the edge of the tent. It was as though moonlight bathed his entire body. "The news came suddenly. Guerduo and Lu Da's auras are locked in a distant confrontation. Neither dares to act rashly."
"He has a full eighteen Golden Tent Warriors at the Grandmaster level. There's no need for him to seek out allies who aren't of one heart with him in every matter." Meng Qi stood in the center of the tent, careful not to get too close to Han Guang.
There were only a few hundred Grandmasters in the world, all prominent figures known by name. Excluding half-step experts, the top powers had at most seven and as few as three. That showed how precious they were. Guerduo had absorbed and united countless tribes, yet only had eighteen