Liang Yi also noticed this point: along the way, no matter how proud their expressions or how swaggering their steps, the Blood Control Sect disciples always had injuries of varying degrees.
A little lighter, with bruised noses and swollen faces; somewhat heavier, limping as they walked.
"Do they have enemies here too?" Liang Yi couldn't help being puzzled and was curious to find someone to ask.
"It turns out that distinguished guests from the Taoist Sect have arrived. I am Xue Youqing; my disciples have been neglectful earlier, I ask you all for forgiveness!" Before Liang Yi, a figure suddenly appeared quietly before them, an old man with white hair who looked to be about seventy years old.
The old man, dressed in a blood-red robe, seemed apologetic, representing one of the rare courteous people within the Blood Control Sect. Judging by his Seventh Realm cultivation, he should be the one in charge of this place,
