On that small rocky moon, there were a few dozen powerful cultivators. They were important people from small sects in the galaxy, and they had clearly brought their disciples to enter the place. The moment the group on the vessel arrived, the powerful ones turned to space and then everyone there looked at them.
"Yinblood Sect?" a demon spoke, surprised.
Mistie recognized that demon; he was an old friend, leader of a smaller sect. She knew him before becoming a leader and considered him someone of value. He had always been very kind, and she, after becoming the leader of the Yinblood Sect, always helped his sect. There were good and bad demons like in every race, and this was a reasonable one... or so he seemed.
She clenched her fists, sensing something ominous, and tried to speak calmly, "Why are you here? This place belongs to my sect."
