Heavenly South, the core territory of the Nine Nations Alliance, the Headquarters Altar of the Transformation Intent Sect.
Here, the mountains were beautiful and the waters clear, with spiritual energy so dense it seemed impossible to disperse-a stark contrast to the grim, iron-blooded atmosphere of the Star Palace Main Altar. Today, however, an invisible pall hung over the Transformation Intent Sect.
Only three people occupied the great hall. In the seat of honor sat Wei Wuya, Alliance Leader of the Nine Nations Alliance and Grand Elder of the Transformation Intent Sect. His expression remained as placid as an ancient well, but a gleam occasionally flashed through his unfathomable eyes. Below him sat an old man in a scarlet Daoist robe, his hair and beard snowy white, his eyes radiating brilliance whenever they opened or closed. He was the Nine Nations Alliance's other Nascent Soul Late Stage powerhouse, the Grand Elder of the Taizhen Sect, Venerable Zhiyang.
Across from them, Han Li leisurely sipped spiritual tea, dressed in a black, star-patterned court robe. His aura was restrained, and the eerie dark-gold demonic markings on his skin had vanished completely. Only his eyes, deep as a cold pool, remained, calmly regarding the two leading figures of Heavenly South.
"Palace Master Han, the remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect have been destroyed, and the Star Palace has just won a victory. This is an excellent opportunity to consolidate Heavenly South." Wei Wuya spoke first, his voice calm and level. "What brings you here today?"
Han Li set down his teacup and lightly dragged a fingertip across the table, producing a faint hissing sound. "Alliance Leader Wei, Fellow Daoist Zhiyang, I have not come about Heavenly South's internal affairs, but about... the one in the north."
"The Mulan Saintess, Yue Li." Venerable Zhiyang snorted,