"Exalted Immortal Shen… are you all right?"

Wen Qiujin was Alliance Master of the Water-Moon Merchant Alliance after all, and he got his composure back quickly; but in the instant he came close to Shen Yi, with the thick reek of demon blood coming off the man, his heart still gave a jolt.

So that he asked, unusually for him, a perfectly pointless question.

That crowd of demons had never looked remotely capable of wounding Shen Yi.

Shame showed on Wen Qiujin's face. "Qiujin is only a man of business. He could do very little for the exalted immortal, and is truly sorry for it."

Those words, which looked like an apology, changed the faces of the people around him.

They fell one step short of stating his displeasure with those several Retainers outright.

Given how steady a temper Alliance Master Wen had.

The sentence had all but said plainly that he intended to settle accounts after the harvest.

"……"

The several Retainers hanging in the air exchanged a quiet glance.

Then sighed a little and dropped down below.

There had been two jobs in all: the first they had not dared do for fear of offending the Dragon Palace, and the second they had not been able to do.

They stood silently behind Wen Qiujin, shame hidden in their eyes, and turned their gaze on Shen Yi.

The strength this young immortal-gate disciple had shown had already gone far past what an ordinary cultivator could imagine.

Never mind that Dao Palace lit by nothing but pure purple qi, without a trace of any other color — even the old tales and stories rarely dared to brag on that scale.

Taking Primordial Purple Qi to reinforce a spirit-body technique, he could actually force his way across the watershed into the later stages of Return-to-Void.

The realm alone might be set aside.

But the man had leaned on that subtle and uncanny technique of his to toy with a heap of seventh-layer water-kin demons in the palm of his hand.

As the saying goes, the onlooker sees clearly.

Their auras had…