Next, Bai Yu vanished for seven days.
When he reappeared, he looked somewhat wan, but sixteen unfamiliar faces followed behind him.
Ten men and six women, all in the Mahayana Realm!
The strongest among them was a middle-aged man whose cultivation had reached the Mahayana Third Layer.
A team like this, brought out on its own, was enough to support the basic operations of a top-tier power.
What shocked Lin Xianyin and Bu Qingyan even more was that most of the sixteen looked weak, their bodies carrying countless hidden injuries. That meant their original strength might have been even greater—they had only become like this because of their wounds!
"They are...?"
Lin Xianyin stared blankly at the group Bai Yu had brought, looking rather dazed.
"They were all Holy Sons, Holy Maidens, elders, and the like from certain top powers of the ancient era. But that isn't important. What matters is that from now on, we're one big loving family."
Bai Yu slowly sat down and rubbed his brow.
Although he could only bring out this many people from the Gods-and-Devils Imprisoning Tree without harming the foundation of his own fortune, getting them to willingly accept Slave Seals and join the Liyue Dynasty had still taken Bai Yu quite a bit of effort.
Women were easy enough for him to handle, but those ten men had cost him no small amount of trouble. Some of the more stubborn ones, beyond these sixteen, had died on the spot.
The whole process had been full of twists and turns.
"Powerhouses from ancient factions?"
Lin Xianyin and Bu Qingyan cried out in surprise, having no idea where Bai Yu had dug up these old relics.
But after speaking with them in detail, Lin Xianyin discovered that they truly were willing to join the