Bing Province Guard

Though she said so, Shui Yuan's expression was deeply conflicted. She hesitated for a long time without speaking, as though weighing her words—or perhaps burdened by some unspeakable difficulty.

"Second Senior Sister, if there's something, just say it. We're all family here," Lu Ye said.

He had heard Zhao Che's order loud and clear just now. Crimson Blood Sect was to select at least one person and send them to a place called Vast Sky City within three days to await assignment.

He did not understand why Shui Yuan, a Divine Sea Realm cultivator, had accepted an order from Zhao Che, a True Lake Realm cultivator, with such respect. Nor did he know what kind of place Vast Sky City was. But Zhao Che had deliberately let his gaze linger on him for a moment earlier, and Lu Ye vaguely felt that this matter was likely connected to him.

Hearing Lu Ye say this, Shui Yuan sighed again before finally speaking. "In the Nine Provinces Cultivation World, the Vast Sky Alliance and Myriad Demon Ridge, the two great camps, have struggled and ground against each other day after day for thousands of years. Even those Rogue Cultivators with no sect or faction cannot avoid it."

Rogue Cultivators had no sect to belong to, but they still had camps. It could be said that any cultivator possessing a Battlefield Mark belonged to a camp.

Like the two Rogue Cultivators Lu Ye had encountered at Ao Mountain before, they had undoubtedly belonged to the Vast Sky Alliance camp. If they had been Rogue Cultivators of Myriad Demon Ridge, they would never have dared to remain at Ao Mountain.

"When you were in the Spirit Stream Realm, you were on the Spirit Stream Battlefield, using your own sect's camp as your foundation while