This was Han Yi's assessment of his own strength over the past year.
The choice of this forest by the Blood God Sect cultivators happened to be located between two Immortal Cities; the time needed to escape to the nearest Immortal City was definitely enough for them to catch up and kill him several times over.
It was meticulously planned.
There was a traitor.
Han Yi's heart shuddered as he thought of those people on the Immortal Ship who were not cultivators of the Xuandan Sect and couldn't help but feel resentment.
Without a doubt, the most likely source of the problem would be those cultivators who are not from the Xuandan Sect.
He had let his guard down.
The peace of the past year had led everyone in the Xuandan Sect to believe that the remaining cultivators of the Blood God Sect, who had been annihilated, would definitely not dare to make a move again, and might even have moved far away to Daqin.
