"Sect Master, I'm sorry. I brought people in without the sect's permission. I'm willing to accept punishment," Elder Hua said gravely.
Meng Tianlong waved a hand. "Let's put that aside for now. Cheng Yan is dead, and the Great Yu Empire won't let this go. What do you think?"
Elder Hua frowned. "The Great Yu Empire doesn't care about one Cheng Yan. He was just a messenger. Now that he's dead, they'll definitely send someone important to negotiate with us—at least a Hunter-level powerhouse."
"Could Lu Yin come?" Meng Tianlong asked worriedly.
That was the question worrying everyone, not just him and Elder Hua. Lu Yin was far too domineering. Once he showed up, he wouldn't leave without getting what he wanted, and the Great Desolate Sect might not be able to give him that. When the time came, rivers of blood might flow.
"I never imagined that the kid who entered the Astral Combat Academy in the same year as my son would one day leave our Great Desolate Sect helpless," Meng Tianlong said with a sigh.
Before long, Meng Tianlong appeared alone at the foot of a barren mountain in the Great Desolate Sect. He bowed and called respectfully, "Meng Tianlong requests an audience with Senior Meng."
There was no response.
Meng Tianlong called out again, but still got no response. He sighed helplessly. "The sect is facing a crisis. I humbly ask you to come forward and help the sect weather it."
Yet there was still no response. Meng Tianlong left helplessly.
This was the place where Senior Meng Qing of the Great Desolate Sect had entered seclusion to cultivate. Meng Qing had not appeared since entering seclusion a thousand years ago. Meng Tianlong had only tried calling out, but the result disappointed him.
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