"General Li, what cultivation art is Zhao Yun practicing? Why does the power of that five-colored light look so terrifying?" Kang Jingchen stared wide-eyed at the battlefield, his face full of shock.
General Li frowned deeply, his eyes equally grave. "Little Prince, I have never seen such a cultivation art either. Zhao Yun has hidden himself far too well."
Kang Jingchen and General Li felt complicated emotions. The strength displayed by the three from Wanze Sect had completely exceeded their understanding.
All their previous plans had to be overturned and remade from scratch.
Kang Jingchen gritted his teeth. "General Li, no matter what, we must try to draw them to our side. If such power becomes our enemy, the future consequences will be endless."
"The Little Prince is right." General Li nodded. He had been so shocked that he could not say anything else. "A Wanze Sect like this may well become the next Xuantian Hall."
He knew very well that if he himself faced Zhao Yun's attack, his fate would not be much better than that of Xuantian Hall's Black Robe Elder.
Kang Jingchen clenched his fists. "Then we will show enough sincerity. As long as we can make Wanze Sect serve Dagan, paying some price will be worthwhile. Resources, status, or anything else—we can discuss it all."
Kang Jingchen had now made up his mind. They absolutely could not use force against Wanze Sect; they had to do everything possible to win them over.
"Little Prince, sincerity is certainly important, but we cannot have no bottom line. Wanze Sect may be powerful, but the Dagan Dynasty has its own foundation and reserves. We cannot let them open their mouths like lions."
General Li frowned slightly as he spoke solemnly. He truly did not wish to see a second