The sect master had no clue what Lu Ye had gone through in the Spirit Stream battlefield over the past six months, but Shui Yuan had seen it all while helping him dress his wounds. The boy's body, at the tender age of sixteen or seventeen, was covered with interlacing new and old scars, several of which were extremely fatal.
One could only imagine what kind of tribulations he had suffered on the Spirit Stream battlefield.
To let an innocent and naive youth suffer such hardships was his negligence, the responsibility of the Righteous Blood Sect, so after bringing Lu Ye back to the sect headquarters, he had charged into Yunzhou.
He had to ensure that there would never again be an unfair battle like at Golden Light Peak. He needed those old immortals at Ten Thousand Demons Ridge to understand that as long as he stood, that barrier of the Righteous Blood Sect was still there, and the sect's disciples were not to be insulted without consequence!
