The leader was none other than Lv Yiweng, accompanied by two middle-aged Golden Core Venerables, all donned in azure Daoist robes.
Their cultivation was only at the mid-stage Golden Core, their aura unremarkable.
Quickly, a group of Purple Mansion Real People and Foundation Establishment Cultivators flew up behind them.
Upon seeing Lu Li outside the Array, everyone's expression became extremely solemn.
"Mr. Lu, why must you persist in pressing us? We will never be enemies with the Flowers Sect in the future. Would it not be better if both sides turn our weapons into jade and silk?"
Lv Yiweng stepped forward, managing to squeeze out a faint smile.
Yet, his heart surged with boundless hatred.
As a well-known figure in the Business Association, he had never lowered himself to such a degree.
The powerhouses of the Blood-Clad Tower must have set out already. As long as he could withstand these few days, Lu Li was doomed.