The Primordial Yang Sect and the Hehuan Sect bore a deep grudge against each other, and Liu Yu had fought Hehuan Sect cultivators several times himself.
Where one sat determined how one thought. Standing on his sect's side, he naturally had no fondness for this sect that dominated Mirror Province.
The four treasures' next movements confirmed Liu Yu's guess.
The silver-white flying sword treasure stopped before the camp flying the broken-sword banner, while the other three treasures landed before the camps bearing their respective sects' emblems.
After the treasures arrived, considerable activity stirred in the other four camps as well.
Although the terrain hid two of the camps from view, and they lay beyond his divine sense, he could still feel the fluctuations of many auras.
Suddenly, an immense spirit pressure emerged within the camp, appearing before Liu Yu and the others in the blink of an eye.
Clearly, this was another Golden Core cultivator. He was the relatively thin, long-bearded Elder Zhou, Zhou Quan, who had arrived at Cold Mist Camp ahead of them to oversee affairs.
Elder Zhou walked to a spot near Elder Yan and erected a soundproofing barrier with a wave of his hand. No one knew what the two were discussing.
With two Golden Core elders present, the Primordial Yang Sect's two hundred-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators remained fairly quiet, speaking only in low voices and occasionally looking up toward the other camps.
Meanwhile, Qi Refining cultivators emerged from the camp one after another and took their places behind the Foundation Establishment cultivators.
These Qi Refining cultivators were clearly divided into two groups. One consisted entirely of Primordial Yang Sect disciples, who stood relatively close together; the other consisted of cultivators from subordinate forces, with each lineage and sect forming its own small group. Wide gaps