"Oh? What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist?"
Wang Feng looked at Blood Demon Child and asked curiously. Blood Demon Child had just gone through a fierce battle; neither his condition nor his reserves were in good shape. Continuing to fight now was certainly not a wise choice.
In a battle between Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals, one's condition had an enormous impact.
The slightest difference could determine victory or defeat.
"Clan Head Wang may not know this, but ever since this old man arrived at the Wang Family, the Mountain Sea Sword Sect has already received word."
"This old man only wishes to return to Blood Demon Cave as soon as possible."
Blood Demon Child spoke with a bitter smile. The Mountain Sea Sword Sect was like a stubborn plaster, clinging to him and refusing to let go.
Only when he was in Blood Demon Cave would the Mountain Sea Sword Sect hide in the shadows, not daring to come directly to Blood Demon Cave to seize him. But now, the Mountain Sea Sword Sect might already be lying in wait for him outside the Wang Family.
Once he was caught, the consequences would be unthinkable.
After all, the Mountain Sea Sword Sect was a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal faction.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Demon Child need not be so concerned. I have some friendship with Wu Xie. Your grudge has endured for hundreds of thousands of years—shall I go persuade him on your behalf?"
"I imagine he would give me that much face."
Wang Feng said with a smile.
Yet Blood Demon Child only shook his head with a bitter smile.
"There is no need to trouble Clan Head Wang. This is a grudge between this old man and the Mountain Sea Sword Sect. This old man will resolve