The shockwave slowly subsided after a moment, and the elders emerged from the illusion.
Seeing the chaos around them, they were greatly astonished. Yan Buxiu, on the other hand, was kneeling on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, his complexion pale as death.
"Island Master!" The elders rushed over, "Thank you for protecting us!"
Yan Buxiu was too exhausted to scold them. "Go... gather the scattered magical artifacts, spirit stones, and elixirs... quickly!"
This was the foundation of Penglai Island! It must not be lost!
The elders exchanged glances, each harboring their own thoughts.
But Yan Buxiu noticed their ulterior motives and coldly warned, "You've been on Penglai Island for so many years. Surely you know what happens to those who betray it?"
Several elders immediately stifled their thoughts. Even if they could unite to kill Yan Buxiu, they wouldn't escape death if the island master's wife and two sons returned.