Snow Moon Sacred Land.
The gates of the Sacred Palace had stood for hundreds of years, still as magnificent and imposing as ever.
Several sect masters from the Southern Li Kingdom knelt before them, desperately kowtowing as they begged for help!
"Elder, save us!"
"Elder, my sect has been slaughtered by Yi Feng! I escaped early that morning and narrowly avoided death. I beg you to lend us your aid and execute that villain!"
"Now, only the Sacred Land can overcome the New Sword Sect. Elder, please uphold justice for us!"
The sect masters continued to kowtow, yet they could not move the elder before the gates. The old man's lowered gaze remained indifferent, as though none of this had anything to do with him.
When he spoke with a faint smile, his words were cold to the extreme!
"Hehe."
"What does your sects' destruction have to do with our Sacred Land?"
"The Southern Li Kingdom has nearly a hundred sects, yet all of them were wiped out in a single day. What a pack of trash. Why would our Sacred Land waste its efforts helping such trash!"
The expressions of the sect masters changed at once, their eyes blazing with unwilling fury!
"Elder! Your words are far too hurtful!"
"Back then, we hunted Yi Feng for the Sacred Land and lost countless disciples. Even if we earned no merit, we still endured hardship. How can the Sacred Land stand by and watch us die?"
"That's right! It is true that we share a blood feud with Yi Feng, but everything began because of the Sacred Land. How can you wash your hands of this matter!"
Seeing their resentful yet restrained anger, the Sacred Land elder's smile only deepened.
"Hahaha."
"You were no match for Yi Feng because your cultivation