The night wind was ominous.
Within the Soulbirth Sect's territory, inside the Main Hall.
Unlike the vast, magnificent splendor of the Dragon Martial Prefecture, this place still felt shrouded in a faint haze of blood.
Inside the spacious hall, formation-powered lights illuminated the surroundings as brightly as day.
Beyond the bloody haze, they actually lent the place a certain air of grandeur and upright dignity.
Tap!
With a soft sound,
Second Elder Wei Ting set down the special Jade Talisman used for communication, his expression rather strange.
"..."
Seeing that constipated look on his face, as though he wanted to speak but could not,
the Soulbirth Sect Master, seated high above them and entirely enveloped in a loose black robe, could not help frowning slightly.
Clearly, he was deeply invested in the matter at hand.
Beside him, the Soulbirth Sect's First Elder, Venerable Withered Glory, could not resist opening his deathly pale eyes and asking hoarsely:
"What, did it fail?"
"Did that brat think his wings had grown now that he's the Dragon Martial Prefecture's son-in-law, and outright refuse the summons back to the sect?"
Venerable Withered Glory sneered.
"That's only natural."
"If I had climbed onto a branch that high, I wouldn't want to return to this gutter either."
"That's not it..."
Wei Ting came back to his senses, then said, unable to hide his shock:
"Quite the opposite. He agreed!"
"And he agreed without hesitation. He told me he'd set off right away!"
"What?!"
At those words, both the Soulbirth Sect Master on the seat of honor and Venerable Withered Glory beside him froze.
But truthfully,
it was not just them.
Even Wei Ting, who had handled the communication himself, had thought he was dreaming when he first heard Ye Li's response.
After all, Ye Li was no