Waves rose and fell across the boundless sea.
Several streaks of flight-light raced through the sky, carrying a hint of panic.
After much difficulty, they finally reached an island under their own control. Once they had set foot firmly on land, they let out quiet sighs of relief and finally put their minds completely at ease.
"That was far too close. Thank heavens those people didn't spot us."
"Come to think of it, this is strange. Why have so many righteous cultivators suddenly started operating nearby?"
These cultivators were disciples serving the Money Guild's Qian Household.
Recently, Qian Kun had been planning to defect to the Corpse Immortal Sect and had dispatched numerous elite disciples here to make preparations.
Yet he had never expected the righteous faction to respond so swiftly, sending large numbers of powerful rogue cultivators and cultivators from various quarters to intercept and kill them.
Their convoys transporting provisions and other supplies had borne the brunt of it, suffering considerable losses right from the start.
Then war broke out again in the Du Sea, and successive operations to eradicate demons and purge hostile elements began throughout the region.
Even the outskirts of Goldsource Island and the Qian Household itself had experienced disturbances one after another.
These measures were so fierce that those on the front lines had begun to hear enemies in every gust of wind and every crane's cry.
There was nothing they could do about it. As the saying went, when divine immortals fought, mortal people suffered. Low-ranking cultivators like them were the most likely to suffer heavy casualties. At any moment, those great figures might expend them as pawns, stones tossed out to test the road ahead.
"Never mind all that for now. Attending to our own duties comes first."
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