Gu Jianlin turned around, exhaling fiery breaths, his scorching body temperature evaporating the rain as he casually swung his blade to sweep away the rain curtain: "I've always been curious, where does the Ether Association get all its intel from? Divination and soothsaying aren't all-powerful, otherwise, things wouldn't have escalated to this point. Those big shots seem to know everything, yet their actions are always a step behind. Why is that?"
"The top ten Omegas of the Returning Burial Forest encountered a strange red mist, and not a single one died because of it."
He gripped his blade with both hands, his voice hoarse and cold: "Including Tai Zhuo from the Sea of Eternal Life, he was supposed to be the guardian of this mystical land, enough to fend off Holy Land level Ascenders. Oddly enough, he was only Fifth Rank when he was resurrected."
Tang Zijing stood up expressionlessly, the sword array in the downpour enveloping all directions.
