Inside the icy tower, Long Long stood with composure, his hands clasped behind him, while Long Hu stood at his side.
Following the elder's command to gather, all of Beiming Fanyang's cultivators quickly assembled in the ice hall—wearing peculiar expressions as they scrutinized the two young individuals.
"Is this everyone here?" Long Long asked the elder with a complex expression.
"This is everyone," the elder responded. "A total of one hundred and seven cultivators are present."
Long Long scanned quickly, counting that there were only twenty-six cultivators at the Dong Yuan Realm, while the rest were at the Transformation Realm. As for those at the ancestral rank—there were surprisingly none.
No wonder Beiming Fanyang has been so paranoid and shut itself off from the outside world.
Indeed, without any Immortal guarding its domain, even a random ancestor from a weak branch of the Demon Race could easily suppress the Jiaolong remnant bloodline.
