Julius stood up and left without another word, yet for some reason, a faint sense of unease lingered in his chest.

Once he was gone, Rupert's expression turned icy, and there was even a trace of disdain in his eyes.

He sneered, "That stray dog crawled over from the Western Regions and still dares to put on airs in my territory. If it weren't for the Divine Alchemists still being somewhat useful, I wouldn't even bother cooperating with him."

Ancient sects were never truly united to begin with.