But then again, if they were truly some especially important family descendant, they probably would not be sent to the battlefield to kill enemies. Those families would not let such people take too great a risk. Naturally, there would be no need for Bifu.
There were actually very few aristocratic disciples like Yan Hong who dared to fight and risk their lives.
Not to mention others—take Huang Zhihuan. He had been famous for centuries, yet no matter how compatible he was with Bifu, he had never appeared on a battlefield.
For those centuries, he had done only one thing: explored Ruins!
Lu Ye suddenly realized that the circumstances he had considered differed from those aristocratic Merging Dao cultivators.
"Alright!" Lu Ye nodded.
Eighteen hundred was not that far from two thousand. It had not been easy to come all this way, so this would do. He could not be bothered to keep wrangling over it.
Only after seeing him agree did Yan Hong let out a sigh of relief. This was not an easy job. He knew that eighteen hundred was somewhat low, but he was Human Race, and this time he bore a mission from the Battle Alliance. In the end, it was not proper for him to say much more.
Remembering the noisy quarrels when those Merging Dao cultivators had met some days ago, Yan Hong could not help sighing.
Even though Lu Ye had previously slain Merging Dao cultivators of the Insect and Blood Races before everyone's eyes, many still doubted his stance.
Some shameless people even claimed that if Lu Ye truly stood with the Human Race Alliance, he should hand over Bifu as proof of his loyalty rather than demand payment through a transaction.
"Brother Lu, after this, I should enter seclusion. In the future,