"We've come such a long way, and there's still no news of the Seven-Colored Lotus. That fellow has really given me a difficult problem."
Ye Lin sighed as he walked.
He had traveled for so long, yet he had not managed to uncover even the slightest scrap of information about the Seven-Colored Lotus.
Even the tiniest lead would have been enough.
Unfortunately, reality was just like that.
There was not even the faintest clue.
It was practically hell difficulty.
That fellow truly knew how to make things difficult for him.
"We're here."
As he walked, Ye Lin came to a stop above a city.
He had been searching for news of the Seven-Colored Lotus while cultivating the art of Sword Nurturing.
And now, he had reached his destination.
Beneath his feet lay his destination: a city built by a race known as the Blood Clan.
The Blood Clan cultivated by drinking the blood of living beings, and their reputation was exceedingly foul.
Any living creature traveling the roads was a target of the Blood Clan—not just the Human Race. So long as it was a living thing, regardless of race, it would become a target of the Blood Clan.
Thus, the Blood Clan was infamous and despised by all. If not for the fact that, in the Northern Frontier, they had the backing of the Yuan Clan, one of the Nine Ancient Clans, and were under the Yuan Clan's protection, they would have long since been exterminated.
But to Ye Lin, so-called backing was utterly useless.
He was not afraid of offending anyone.
Besides, so what if he offended them?
Those great powers could not emerge into the world. Now that he was in the Crimson Wasteland, he was theoretically invincible.
Since he was invincible, then he could do as