Inside the Sacred Island's Council Hall, everyone sat upright.
Compared to the last time Lu Ye had come, the number of old seniors before him was clearly much smaller.
From what he had observed last time, including Eldest Senior Brother, there had been more than seventy top Divine Sea Realm cultivators on Sacred Island in total, but now there were only a dozen or so.
The people Lu Ye was most familiar with—Yue Ji, Jian Guhong, Meng Jie, Wuchang, and the others—were not among them.
They were clearly not on Sacred Island. Otherwise, they would not have failed to appear. These old seniors at the peak of strength were not on Sacred Island, so they had obviously run off to stir up wind and rain. Never mind their age; in truth, not a single one of them was any docile sort.
Back in the Nine Provinces, in order to pursue higher realms of cultivation, they had been able to settle their temperaments and sit in life-and-death seclusion, comprehending the mysteries above the Divine Sea.
But after coming to a place like the Blood Refining World, who would still sit in any life-and-death seclusion? If Sacred Island's strength were not too thin compared with the entire Blood Refining World, they would have led troops out to fight long ago.
Now, while leading troops on campaign was impossible, going out in groups of three or five to cause trouble was still doable.
Once people like them acted in such a way, the trouble they caused for the Blood Race was not something that could be casually ignored.
Feng Wujiang was explaining to Lu Ye the changes in the Blood Refining World over the two years since he had left.
Nearly two years ago, the Blood Race's four armies had come to encircle