"Elder, there's something I don't understand."
Zhao Lin had a nagging question and couldn't help but ask, "Those masked men were all at the Blood Realm. They were powerful, yes, but the disciples of our Wuxiang Institute shouldn't have been completely helpless."
"Why didn't they send warriors from the Primordial Realm? Wouldn't their chances have been much better?"
Elder Water Mirror's expression grew grim. "The power of a Primordial Realm warrior is undeniable," he said gravely. "However, the Great Yue has a pact with the surrounding nations. Any Primordial Realm expert must announce their entry in advance. To do otherwise is tantamount to a declaration of war!"
"Those shadowy fiends and bootlicking curs probably don't have the nerve for that."
"That's one reason. The second is that once a warrior reaches the Primordial Realm, they no longer rely on brute, physical force. Their meridians contain only Primordial Qi, and any action they take will invariably leave behind an aura."
