At the Purple Cloud Sect's headquarters, inside the Sect Main Hall.
Dressed in purple-and-gold robes, his features imposing, Ye Beixuan sat high upon the Sect Master's Throne.
The core figures of the Purple Cloud Sect stood along both sides of the hall.
At that moment, the entire hall was silent.
Looking at Ye Beixuan's face, so dark it seemed about to drip water, everyone held their breath, not daring to say more.
Ye Beixuan held a Spirit Talisman, his brows tightly knitted. His gently heaving chest resembled a volcano that had been brewing for a long time and was about to erupt.
Three days had passed since the Purple Cloud Sect's feigned attack on Purple Cloud City.
After learning that the plan had failed and the Golden Ape Tribe's reinforcements had been intercepted and slaughtered,
he had immediately ordered the entire army to retreat and returned to the Purple Cloud Sect, then promptly sent scouts to gather information.
He had even used the Demon Race mole within the Golden Ape Tribe.
The information he ultimately received alarmed Ye Beixuan.
The dozens of Demon Race Great Grandmasters the Golden Ape Tribe had dispatched to reinforce Purple Cloud City, including several Half-Step Source Emperor Realm experts, had all been killed.
Even Tie Kuang, the Golden Ape Tribe's Second King, had had his physical body destroyed. Reportedly, he was now recuperating in seclusion.
And the ones responsible were none other than the Special Envoy he himself had dispatched, Han Heavenly Journey, and the experts from Purple Cloud City led by Si Mingwei.
The instant he learned the news, Ye Beixuan realized that things had gone wrong.
As the saying went, when yellow mud fell into your pants-even if it was not shit, it was shit.
Han Heavenly Journey represented the Purple Cloud Sect.