Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the gray-robed elder, but an idea suddenly arose in his heart.
It suddenly occurred to him that Yan Ruyu's territory was too small. Although the Demon Race possessed an Emperor Weapon, they lacked a stable foundation and faced constraints at every turn in sustaining a power of their own. The Taixuan Sect, meanwhile, already ranked among the foremost powers beneath ordinary holy lands. With its 108 main peaks, its reserves were fairly substantial.
Its only shortcomings were the lack of an Emperor Weapon to hold the fort and top-tier combat strength. The Demon Race lacked territory, while the Taixuan Sect lacked an Emperor Weapon; the two complemented each other perfectly. If he then went to see whether he could lure over the two Saints from the Tianxuan Holy Land, he would lack nothing and could establish a holy land right here.
Ye Fan's eyes flickered slightly. His mind was made up.
He looked up at the gray-robed elder. "Take me to see the Taixuan Sect Master and the Supreme Elder. I have important matters to discuss."
The gray-robed elder hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Ye Fan, then at the silver-white spacecraft in the sky. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned, and said, "Follow me."
"Hua Yunfei, come along too," Ye Fan said, turning to Hua Yunfei.
Ye Fan stepped forward to follow, and Hua Yunfei silently trailed behind. The three headed toward the palace on the Taixuan Sect's Star Peak.
Inside Star Peak's great hall, the Taixuan Sect Master sat upright. Beside him sat a gaunt old man with white hair and beard, a lean face, and his eyes closed in repose. His aura was as steady and deep as an abyss. He was the Taixuan Sect's Supreme Elder.