Aboard the spirit vessel, Huang Tieyun's face was full of bitterness. Though the vessel's wind shielding was excellent, at this moment, it felt as if endless gale-force winds were blasting against him.
He felt as transparent as a sieve.
Ye Jingcheng said nothing. Huang Tieyun's throat worked as he tried several times to speak, but in the end, he swallowed the words back down.
He felt that anything he said now would be powerless.
Of course, he did not blame Ye Jingcheng. Rather, he thought that perhaps he himself had been too eager for quick success. Heavenly Sand Sect lacked the strength of a Golden Core sect, yet wanted to bear the glory of one.
Naturally, it had ended up puffing itself up by slapping its own face.
After all, when the Righteous Path Sect, one of the nine great powers of the Central Region, ordered them to provide one Golden Core cultivator, one Purple Palace cultivator, and twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators, could they truly refuse?
"I recall the sect has ten Foundation Establishment cultivators, doesn't it?" After a long while, Ye Jingcheng finally spoke, shattering the silence.
This made Huang Tieyun even more alarmed.
But in the end, he still nodded.
"Reporting to Supreme Elder, there are eleven Foundation Establishment cultivators. If we include the clansmen Elder brought from the Desert Sea Holy Land, there are seventeen Foundation Establishment cultivators," Huang Tieyun answered truthfully.
The last time the Ye Family had sent people over, although ten Foundation Establishment cultivators had come, Ye Yunxi and a few others had secretly been arranged to go to other prefectures. The explanation at the time was that they were descendants of friends brought into the Central Region, so naturally they were not counted as members of Heavenly Sand Sect.
"How many are skilled