On the battlefield, the Mo Household Head stood in midair, golden light flickering around him. A phantom image of the Savage Colossus God, disguised as a golden-armored divine general, enveloped him.
His expression was somewhat gloomy as he looked at one of the Earth Rank cultivators ahead. "Brother Wen, it's been a long time. Have you been well?"
The Earth Rank cultivator before him was named Wen Li, an Earth Rank rogue cultivator working for the Supreme Heaven Sect.
Wen Li had once lingered in Inkcloud Ward and struck up modest friendships with several members of the local aristocratic clans. He had never imagined that his familiarity with the area would ultimately get him appointed to lead the vanguard.
On closer reflection, however, their earlier encounters had offered plenty of warning signs. As a lone rogue cultivator drifting without roots, he would not have stayed so long without reason. He had served no aristocratic clan as an attendant, yet had frequently cultivated connections.
Perhaps he had already attached himself to the Demon Alliance Powerhouses back then, secretly serving the Supreme Heaven Sect.
Later, the Demon Alliance collapsed, and the Supreme Heaven Sect's people fled far away. He had not gone with them, but the foundations they left behind had passed into his hands, making it all the harder to let go.
Wen Li looked at the Mo Household Head without any change in expression. "Fellow Daoist Mo, my apologies. This time, I'm acting on behalf of mighty cultivators..."
The Mo Household Head said, "I know that once you're in the Martial World, your actions are no longer your own. But regrettably, you chose the wrong people to serve. As they say, a wise bird chooses the tree where it roosts. If you want employment, you need only come to the