Just moments earlier, Elder Wei had suddenly realized something: they had been looking in entirely the wrong direction. Because the Pojun Sect was a Human Race sect, they had assumed that the power it had sought shelter under was also a Human Race sect.
There was virtually no goodwill between the Human Race and the Demon Beast clans of the Heavenly Demon Grassland. They were natural enemies. Humans wanted to enter the Heavenly Demon Grassland to seize cultivation resources and hunt Demon Beasts for materials.
Demon Beasts, in turn, wanted to devour human cultivators' blood essence and obtain pills and treasures from the outside world through them. All of this seemed perfectly natural.
The Pojun Sect also frequently entered the Heavenly Demon Grassland to hunt various Demon Beasts and gather spiritual plants and medicinal herbs. They had never established friendly ties with any Demon Beast clan.
Even the power that had once backed the Pojun Sect had never allied with the Demon Race in the Heavenly Demon Grassland. As a result, neither Chunyang Hall nor the Moji Dao Sect had ever considered this possibility in their analyses.
Elder Wei had been gripped by fear all along, and his earlier state of mind had been particularly frantic. Now, recalling the terrifying physical strength with which that gaunt old man had killed two men in a single attack, he suddenly realized that it had been more like the assault of a savage wilderness beast.
"All those explanations we had for where the Pojun Sect established its headquarters might have made sense, but we were really stretching things to make them fit..."
Elder Wei now also recalled how the location of the Pojun Sect had always struck them as awkward. Looking at it again, everything fell into place, and the explanation was entirely