"So... Yan Yue sent her lackeys to search for Bloodmother's Tear?"
A deep ancient voice echoed from the throne high above, in an empty dark hall filled to the brim with demonic energy. A low howl followed, carrying an oppressive pressure.
"Yes, my lord. She recruited a few Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivators for this task."
Lu Sheng spoke while bowing deeply with his head lowered, his voice trembling.
Unlike the usual sinister and creepy tone he used when talking with Yan Yue through that ancient mirror, he appeared extremely meek now.
How could he not be? The ancient voice belonged to the Sect Master of the Black Lotus Sect, Old Man Xuanji.
"Heh. How foolish. She really thought she could cure the Blood Oath so easily?"
The ancient voice mocked her, as if finding everything Yan Yue was trying utterly stupid.
"But... what if, my lord? Time is approaching, and we cannot be careless."
