Most of what An Kasyapa said was true. The touch of embellishment painted a terrifying picture.
The blue-haired man looked at An Kasyapa with a grim expression. “It’s strange, fellow daoist. Shouldn’t the elites of the ten sacred lands be together? If they’ve been distracted by you, who were the cultivators who defended Eternal? Where did they come from?”
An Kasyapa feigned surprise, “Hasn’t Master Lightford told you?”
“Tell us what?” Conflicted looks blossomed over the faces of both the blue-haired man and his companion. They really hadn’t heard much of anything, being where they were.
It was true that Lightford played favorites....