In eastern Purple Cloud Prefecture, at the Purple Cloud Sect's headquarters.
As the dominant power that had ruled Purple Cloud Prefecture for a thousand years.
The Purple Cloud Sect ranked first in Purple Cloud Prefecture, whether in the size of its sect, the number of its experts, or even the density of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Yet now, in a luxurious hall atop the Purple Cloud Sect.
Ye Beixuan, the sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, sat upright on the sect master's throne, dressed in purple-and-gold robes.
He looked like a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a resolute face and a short beard along his jaw.
The sharp light in his eagle-like eyes remained concealed, like a bottomless abyss. Though he displayed no imposing aura, he possessed the suffocating authority of someone long accustomed to high office.
At this moment, Ye Beixuan held a token glowing with faint purple light, repeatedly reading the messages transmitted through it.
His thick brows knitted together like two tangled chains, making him look weighed down by worries.
The year and more since the fighting at the Borderlands Battlefield had ended had not been easy for Ye Beixuan.
First came news that his second son, Ye Canglan, whom he valued highly, had fallen on the Borderlands Battlefield.
Then Si Mingwei, the thorn in his side, had also begun accelerating her efforts to overthrow the Purple Cloud Sect's hegemony over Purple Cloud Prefecture.
She had already obtained considerable evidence of the Purple Cloud Sect's collusion with the Demon Race.
Fortunately, the powerful figure backing him had helped suppress the matter, so it posed no threat to him for the time being.
But that powerful figure had also given him a final ultimatum.
If he could not eliminate Si Mingwei and her forces