Wei Lingzhu's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Old Fisherman, did something happen?"
"Yes."
The old fisherman's breath was slightly heavy, and he spoke in a low voice:
"The boatman is up to something again. Just now, his men brought a Nine Refinement Cultist from the Divine Sect and came to our tent area several times."
"They took away everyone who witnessed the celestial vault battle with their own eyes during the daytime the day before yesterday."
Wei Qingshan was startled:
"Did they just take our people away like that?"
Wei Lingzhu glanced at his brother and said in a deep voice:
"Didn't the old fisherman say that they were accompanied by an official follower of the Divine Sect—if we resisted, it would mean resisting the Divine Sect, and that's quite a serious accusation."
The old fisherman rubbed his temples and nodded wearily:
"Little Lingzhu is right... By the time we reacted, more than a dozen people had already been taken away."
