The Storage Ring glimmered faintly, sending out wisps of fluctuation.
It's the Sect Token. Could the sect have sent a message?
Liu Yu stirred inwardly. He took out the translucent, dark-red Sect Token and probed it with a strand of divine sense.
"Return to the sect immediately to discuss important matters. Affairs at the Everlasting Prosperity Market Ward will temporarily be taken over by the Zou Household's Golden Core cultivator."
He read the brief message in an instant.
But it did not specify what they would be discussing upon his return, leaving Liu Yu to speculate.
Could the five sects finally be unable to hold out and be preparing to retreat?
Or is there some other reason?
Several possibilities flashed through his mind, but none yielded a definite answer.
One thing was certain, however: this was no minor matter. Otherwise, they would not have recalled Liu Yu from the front line.
Never mind.
Whatever happens, getting away from the front line is a good thing.
I'll return to the sect and see.
With that thought, Liu Yu decided to leave immediately. He rose and walked out of his cave abode.
Three months had passed, and the beast tide continued spreading deeper into the provinces. More than half of Qing Province had fallen, and the tide was now only five hundred li from the Everlasting Prosperity Market Ward.
Yet, strangely, it had stopped five hundred li away and advanced no farther.
Over those three months, the Everlasting Prosperity Market Ward had only suffered harassment from small packs of beasts. No third-tier demon cultivator had appeared again.
Are they digesting their gains?
Or are they waiting for something, gathering more strength?
Liu Yu speculated inwardly. He did not believe the demon beasts would stop here, their appetites so easily satisfied.
This was