"Is there no news from the disciple?"
"……There is still no news."
"I see……."
Wei Lishan sighed softly, his face drained of vitality.
"Lord, you need to rest a bit more."
"……I know. I know, but……."
Seeing Wei Lishan's hesitant words, Yan Ping couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. 'He must not be able to rest easy.' The Sect of the Divine Path had no intention of coexisting with Huayang Sect.
From the moment they first split, they had continuously provoked them, and even after winning the duel against Wei Lishan, they were not satisfied and demanded that Huayang Sect leave Nanyang.
It was an oppressive and excessive action.
However, Huayang Sect had no strength to condemn such excessive behavior.
In the martial world, the strong prey on the weak.
Those without power cannot do anything against those with power.
Even after living in the martial world for a lifetime, Yan Ping was now painfully realizing the truth of this world.
"Have the disciples from Wudang arrived?"
"Not yet. But considering the time, they should arrive soon."
"I see……. Cough! Cough!"
"Are you alright, Lord?"
"……I am fine."
"Your internal injuries are severe. You should lie down."
"That would be wise."