The camps of the Nine Stars Sect and the Mystic Gate stood side by side. Since they belonged to different factions, friction was inevitable. Over the years, they had fought until human brains had been beaten into dog brains; the blood feud between them was simply beyond reconciliation.
Though the Nine Stars Sect was a Rank Eight Sect, one rank higher than the Mystic Gate, at the Spirit Stream Realm level, the Mystic Gate held the advantage. Thus, over the years, the Rank Eight Nine Stars Sect had suffered no small number of losses at the hands of the Rank Nine Mystic Gate.
Especially Wang Yang. As one of the most extreme kinds of Weapon Cultivators, his combat strength was beyond question. In the entire Nine Stars Sect, only Dong Shuye, who remained behind to guard the camp, could trade blows with him.
Cao Ye knew he was no match for him.
Behind Wang Yang followed a young girl. She wore her hair in twin buns, her figure was delicate and graceful, and she looked pure and adorable as she followed closely behind him, seeming just like his maidservant.
That was indeed the case. Wang Yang had been born into a wealthy mortal household, and the girl had been a servant who grew up alongside him. When Wang Yang joined the Mystic Gate, he brought his maidservant with him. Unexpectedly, both possessed considerable aptitude and talent for cultivation. They were now both Mystic Gate Disciples, nominally senior and junior fellow disciples, but in truth master and servant.
The master and servant acted as though they had not seen Cao Ye and the others at all, walking straight to the edge of the battlefield. Wang Yang looked around, raised his brow, and asked in surprise, "Who killed your young master?"
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