Another blood debt. Li Mu no longer had the strength to complain. Now he finally understood why Zhou Qingyun's hostility had flared up the moment the Demonic Cult was mentioned.
The Mount Hua Sect and the Demonic Cult had always had "grudges as heavy as mountains, blood feuds as deep as the sea." He just had never imagined that he himself would also be dragged into a blood feud with the Demonic Cult.
His master's enemy was his enemy. From the looks of it, any plan to ease relations with the Demonic Cult was now out of the question.
Otherwise, once the charge of betraying his master and ancestors came down on him, forget competing for the position of Mount Hua's sect leader—there would probably be no place for him in the entire world.
"Master, don't worry! Judging from the current situation, the chances of the Demonic Cult coming after our Mount Hua Sect aren't high.
"Uncle Feng truly scared quite a few people this time. The Demonic Cult's Left and Right Guardians may be formidable, but there are only two of them, and they're still a bit inferior to the Ten Elders.
"Even that old devil Dugu Qingyun probably wouldn't be willing to face Uncle Feng alone.
"Besides, the Mount Hua Sect's sphere of influence is only the land of Guanzhong. Even if they took it, there wouldn't be much profit in it.
"To avenge the Ten Elders, who didn't even get along with him, by coming to Guanzhong and fighting us to the death—Dugu Qingyun isn't that stupid."
The Mount Hua Sect's strength naturally could not frighten the Demonic Cult. The problem was that there was no meat on this bone!
Charging into Guanzhong to fight the Mount Hua Sect to the bitter end would bring no real