"Many Myriad Demon Ridge sects have been waiting for this day. They nearly got what they wanted, but half a year ago, the Crimson Blood Sect took in a disciple. That allowed the Crimson Blood Sect to continue existing, and that disciple was you!" Lan Yudie gazed quietly at Lu Ye.
"Everyone originally thought you were dead. Rumor had it that Old Man Tang of the Crimson Blood Sect was ambushed while bringing you back to the sect. Old Man Tang was badly wounded, and you were killed by the aftershock of the battle. But just a few days ago, news of you suddenly spread through the Spirit Stream Battlefield. So many Myriad Demon Ridge factions that do not wish for the Crimson Blood Sect to continue existing have already begun moving in secret, intending to kill you on the way. Because once you die, the Crimson Blood Sect will cease to exist two months from now!"
Lu Ye remained silent, digesting this information.
He had never known that his life or death was tied to the survival of the Crimson Blood Sect!
They had not taken in a disciple for thirty years? Lu Ye recalled asking the Sect Master about the sect's disciples aboard the Flying Dragon Ship. The Sect Master had avoided answering. At the time, he had merely thought his sect was short on talent and declining in strength, but now it seemed the situation was even more serious than he had imagined.
This was not merely a shortage of talent or a weakening sect. The sect was practically about to be struck from the rolls.
It also explained why he had encountered so many cultivators from the Myriad Demon Ridge faction over the past few days. Those people had come specifically to find him. No wonder