The Divine Soul Bloodline
Feather Transformation Sect.
The great hall.
Jiang Yan stood straight in the middle, poised and composed.
Behind him, the enormous spatial gate stood wide open. Beyond it lay the Hundred Birds Star Domain.
This meant he could leave at any moment. Even here, in the heart of the Feather Transformation Sect, they couldn't stop him.
That was the confidence that had let Jiang Yan step into this place and confront the Old Ancestor of the Feather Transformation Sect.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang." Han Wanchou watched the scene and spoke slowly:
"I don't know what sort of grievance arose between you and the Old Ancestor, but we are all Great Dao Lords of the Human Race. Surely everything can be discussed."
"Old Ancestor, what do you think...?"
He offered Jiang Yan a few soothing words, then turned his gaze to the Old Ancestor of the Feather Transformation Sect. Though he said no more, his meaning was perfectly clear:
The Feather Transformation Sect was going through a difficult time. This was no time to make powerful enemies.
Jiang Yan might be a backwater martial cultivator from the Upper Reaches, but it was obvious he had tremendous fortune and extraordinary opportunities. His strength was unfathomable. Unless absolutely necessary, and so long as there was no blood feud between them, the Old Ancestor of the Feather Transformation Sect ought to yield.
The Feather Transformation Sect didn't have to befriend Jiang Yan, but it absolutely could not make an enemy of him—not at a time when the sect was already weathering such a storm.
"Heh, Fellow Daoist Jiang is indeed a rare and dazzling talent, far beyond this old man."
The Old Ancestor of the Feather Transformation Sect finally came back to himself. His lips parted in a smile as he let