Luo Yewang felt uncertain. Among these factions, the Ruthless Dao, the Buddhist Sect, and the Chu Sect all had True Disciples present. He alone was an isolated Shanmen Sword Cultivator, decidedly outnumbered and weak.
Worse still, his position made him unacceptable to every side. In fact, he stood with the indigenous Winged People, a traitor to the human cultivation world.
He dared not speak, but neither did he retreat. His pride would not let him flee in disarray.
Fortunately, Daoist Ying had firmly chosen to stand beside him rather than Senior Brother Tan. That made him feel it had all been worthwhile.
Senior Brother Tan glanced at his junior sister. Once a girl grew up, there was no keeping her at home. For now, he had no time to deal with internal sect affairs. The most pressing matter was how to resolve the dispute among the three factions.
"Master Jia Ye, our Chu Sect has no particular attachment to the precious pearl, but this place also falls under the Northeastern Region's jurisdiction. Surely this object cannot be destined for the Outer Dao?"
He sent these words to Jia Ye in a voice transmission. His meaning was clear: join forces to finish off the Ruthless Dao first, then discuss the rest.
But Jia Ye still bore a grudge over his destruction of the Buddha World handed down by his teacher. Nor did he believe the Chu Sect's present strength qualified it to join this contest. Instead, he sent a voice transmission to Teng Chongzhi.
"Benefactor Teng, this place lies on the border between the Northern Lands and the Northeast. Our two factions are the true hosts here..."
Teng Chongzhi had different ideas. He knew very well that the Buddhist Sect's three monks were their formidable opponents under the present circumstances. Naturally,