After several rounds of negotiations between the Qiuxuan Sect and the Wild Wolf Clan, the border area known as "Luo Sha Slope" was jointly recognized and established as the site for talks. Regarding the participants, the Wild Wolf Clan firmly insisted that one senior leader from each side must attend in order to demonstrate mutual sincerity—otherwise, the talks would be entirely unnecessary. This condition did not provoke any disturbance among the Qiuxuan Sect, as it was a standard and expected requirement. Of course, the top leaders would never personally risk themselves; instead, the Qiuxuan Sect would send a deputy master, and the Wild Wolf Clan would dispatch a corresponding deputy chief to uphold the dignity of the gathering. Thus, the condition was fully acceptable. The two parties then agreed on a specific date for the negotiations, with each sending a contingent of around one hundred and twenty people to attend. To ensure that the other side did not make any hidden moves during the talks, the Qiuxuan Sect made thorough arrangements for both the participants and their backup forces. Not only was the negotiation team led by Wu, the second-ranking master of the sect, but nearly a hundred of its members were among the very finest talents within the sect—mostly core personnel such as protectors and officials, with several senior elders and hall masters providing strong backing, making the team truly formidable. With so many elite warriors assembled, even if the entire elite force of the Wild Wolf Clan came into play, they would surely be unable to halt their advance—this confidence is shared throughout the Seven Xuan Sect. Should any unforeseen difficulties arise, the negotiators could rely on their martial prowess to swiftly break through and retreat to their own territory, where a number of well-trained Blood-Blade Hall disciples would be on standby to ensure their safe withdrawal. Li Feiyu also volunteered to join the team—given his dwindling life expectancy, the more perilous the situation, the more eager he became to be there. Thus, the nearly half of the seven immortal sect's elite finally set out from the mountain just as the negotiation day approached. Their journey one way and back would take at least fifteen days—what a long time indeed! Han Li did not particularly care. To him, whether the negotiations succeeded or failed made no difference. For he was about to leave this place and venture into the wider world, and how could the rise or fall of the Seven Immortal Sect matter greatly to him? As long as nothing directly involved him, he was simply unwilling to get involved in these matters now. Therefore, during the several days after the negotiation team departed, he remained calm and steadily cultivated the herbs he needed, and began gathering seeds of some rare medicinal plants for future use. Han Li had decided that as soon as the negotiation team returned to the mountain, he would formally bid farewell to the several senior masters. Should the upper echelons prove ungrateful and refuse to allow him to go, he would not mind demonstrating his true strength before them—thus completely breaking their resolve. While it would have been most convenient to quietly slip away unnoticed, Han Li was concerned that the others might not find him and might instead turn their attention to his family. Therefore, it was essential to formally bid farewell to the senior masters and display his prowess to impress and intimidate them. As for the reason for his departure, Han Li had already thought it through—he would simply say he longed for Dr. Mo and wished to seek out a new master. Whether or not the others believed him was of no consequence; with absolute strength as his backing, what could they possibly do? Every time Han Li thought of this, a subtle smile played at the corner of his lips. At this moment, if he wished, he could easily take the lives of those several senior masters. Of course, he had only thought it through, not really intending to take any action. But Han Li never expected that, just four days after the negotiation team had departed, a ragged man—dusty, disheveled, with hair wild and clothes torn—suddenly burst into his house. With bloodshot eyes and cracked, peeling lips, he gasped out in a hoarse voice: "The negotiation team is gone. Wu Master is dead. The protector, the attendant, and several elders are also dead—almost everyone is dead." Han Li stood stunned, still not having had time to ask any questions when, suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded somewhere on the mountain. "Doo… doo…" followed by a steady, dull gong sound. "Ding, ding…" then a series of sharp chimes. "Boom, boom…" and then a steady drumming. …… Various warning sounds erupted simultaneously, all at once, and then, instantly, a thunderous wave of shouts and battle cries rose up across the mountain, rising and falling in waves. Faint sounds of clashing weapons could be heard, as though at this very moment, the entire Caixia Mountain had transformed into a vast battlefield of slaughter. Han Li's face darkened. He paid no attention to the person speaking beside him and, with a swift movement, stepped outside. He scanned the surroundings, locating the tallest building, then lightly stamped his foot and reached the roof. From there, he gazed outward. His expression was grim and somber. At a glance, the scene before him was one of intense chaos—flames leaped skyward, figures moved in hurried groups, and flashes of sword and blade danced continuously. The air was filled with the clamor of battle cries, alarm signals, and sharp outbursts of anger. As he heard a gust of wind stirring behind him, he turned only slightly and asked without looking back, "Lai Feiyu—is it the Yelang Clan?" "Yes. We had not expected them to have planned so meticulously. They nearly wiped out our entire negotiation team and, immediately after, followed us—the survivors—up the mountain to launch their assault." The messenger was none other than Lai Feiyu, who had departed four days prior. At this moment, his voice was filled with anger and resentment.