Along their way to the Grand-Orient Realm, Meng Tingyu's long white dress and hair fluttered in the wind. "Your Majesty, that small country is called Vermillion Bird. However, anyone related to Li Tianming is now within the Grand-Orient Sect's Bloodbane Formation. Even the king of that small country was made an elder of the sect."

The old man beside her was dressed in dirty, tattered robes and had unkempt hair. He looked just like a beggar. The auras the two of them gave off were vastly different. It was hard to imagine why Meng Tingyu would do the bidding of someone like him.

"This Li Wudi is truly careful," said the old man.

"That's right. Dongyang Yun used all sorts of methods to try luring them out of the Bloodbane Formation, but to no avail. With the help of the Decimo Dao Palace, any troops sent to attack them ended up killed."

"For someone to be able to thread the line between life and death for fourteen years is no small feat. It's a shame that while he was born in my Theocracy, he won’t be of good use to me." The old man sighed.

"Your Majesty's grand plan...