Watching the "military transport ships" of the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion disappear into the horizon, Wu Wang pondered a very serious question.
How many more people from the Ten Evils Hall can I afford to mess with?
"Sect Master," the Grand Elder said, standing nearby with his hands behind his back and smiling. "The Ten Evils Hall has ultimately underestimated you. They only sent such subordinates and didn't even spare an Elder."
"The Ten Evils Hall's foundation isn't actually that deep," Wu Wang remarked. "If you consider it a sect, it's merely a newly risen power."
He stretched leisurely and said with a smile, "Let's head back. This has delayed the Grand Elder's cultivation again."
The Grand Elder spoke gently, "The Sect Master's safety is the sect's top priority. Let alone the fact that I am not in secluded cultivation seeking enlightenment, even if I were on the verge of a breakthrough, protecting the Sect Master would come first."
"Thank you, Grand Elder."
