"It's probably because of those Mount Shu Disciples we detained. These major sects are such a hassle, involving a whole string of people once you provoke one," the Great Elder sighed slightly. Recalling this, he still felt some lingering pain—after all, he had been struck by Yan Dan's sword, and the pain was anything but pleasant.
"Cough cough, let's forget about them and start the blood sacrifice as quickly as possible. Our lord has been waiting far too long and can hardly wait to see this new world," the Great Elder said, coughing continuously as if he was about to cough out his lungs.
The others looked at the Great Elder, whose condition seemed to be deteriorating, with eyes constantly shifting. They didn't know whether this old, sly fox was really fading or just fishing—after all, it wasn't the first time he had done something like this.
