"I hope I'm overthinking it."
The Blood God Sect Master stopped dwelling on it, because a sharp aura came from ahead.
It was his Ancestor's aura, and he naturally recognized it.
"Ancestor!" The Blood God Sect Master hurriedly dropped to his knees when he saw him.
He had not expected the Ancestor to emerge from seclusion on his own. No wonder Xuan Yuanjun had not needed him to summon the Ancestor.
Given their strength, it was no surprise that they had noticed the Ancestor's appearance before he did.
Perhaps the presence of all these Old Fools gathered together had been so terrifying that it had roused the Ancestor from seclusion.
"Withdraw," the Blood God said coldly.
Hearing that, the Blood God Sect Master dared not hesitate and left immediately.
He had not expected the Blood God Ancestor to let him off just like that.
As for what these people wanted with the Blood God Ancestor, he dared not give it any further thought now.
"Wen Zhaozhen, you old bastard, you don't look injured to me. Why are you still pretending?" the Demon God said, looking the Blood God up and down as he stood before him in blood-red robes.
"My injuries have healed. Does that mean I'm not allowed to cultivate in seclusion?" the Blood God said coldly. "All of you barging into my Blood God Sect together-are you after my life? What a surprise. I never thought you would come with Xuan Yuanjun."
So many people appearing here at once could hardly mean anything good. Naturally, the Blood God showed them no warmth.
"We merely came to ask you about a few things." Xuan Yuanjun withdrew his appraising gaze and smiled faintly.
"What things?" the Blood God snorted. "Surely I haven't offended all of you?"
"Don't say that too