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The Sect Master was left speechless, but he also knew Madam Yun was not speaking in anger. She truly was capable of doing such a thing.

Protecting one's own was not exclusive to the Crimson Blood Sect. Decades ago, Yun Xuechu's name had spread throughout the Nine Provinces. Countless top sects had sought to recruit her, yet she had rejected every one of them. Though she now belonged to no sect, the connections she had built up over the years were beyond imagination.

If she became enraged, even Pang Zhen would have to weigh the consequences...

"Once the Dragon Seat is repaired, get yourself to Vast Sky City. Since you're a member of the Council of Elders, go make some tiny, insignificant contribution!"

"Alright!" The Sect Master nodded.

He disliked fighting for power and had no desire to openly or secretly contend with others. But with the Crimson Blood Sect having developed to this point, it had become inevitable for its disciples to join the Bing Province Guard. Today there was only Lu Ye, but there would be more in the future. With him watching over them in the Council of Elders, he could not grant his disciples any special privileges, but at the very least, they would not be bullied.

Even if Madam Yun had not brought it up, the Sect Master had already been considering it.

Now that Shui Yuan had advanced to the Divine Sea Realm, she was fully capable of shouldering the Crimson Blood Sect's burden. He could leave without worry.

Although he had roamed far and wide through the Spirit Stream Battlefield and the Cloud River Battlefield, experiencing countless storms and splendors, leaving the Crimson Blood Sect for Vast Sky City this time still gave Lu Ye the strange feeling of leaving home for