Faced with the sudden plea for help, Ascending Dragon Hall erupted into intense debate.
If they were going to save him, they had to prepare for massive losses. There was no need to think about it—any war involving Saints would demand a tremendous price. And that price was often measured in the millions.
Besides, Primordial Yang Dao Venerable had actually sent a plea for help to Ascending Dragon Hall. One could imagine just how dire his situation was—he was most likely out of options and already desperate. Or perhaps Primordial Yang Dao Venerable himself had not held much hope to begin with.
However, the strategists offered another line of thought—sending charcoal in the snow.
Based on their previous contact, Primordial Yang Dao Venerable was someone worth engaging with. If Ascending Dragon Hall went to his rescue now and succeeded, the benefits would surely surpass all imagination.
Ascending Dragon Hall, and Yanhuang Civilization as a whole, desperately needed the power of a Saint. Primordial Yang Dao Venerable should be able to bring them that hope.
As for the casualties the rescue might cause, they would certainly be severe. But then again, without a Saint of their own, had they suffered any fewer deaths? God of War Hall had been drained time and time again, and the number of elite casualties was beyond counting.
Take Ascending Dragon Hall itself—if they had a Saint of their own, would they have needed to migrate across such vast distances? They would have long since fought their way back and pinned the Heavenly Emperor's head down until he sang surrender.
After discussing it for a long time, they finally made their decision—they would gamble and save him.
However, the rescue force would sever all ties with Ascending Dragon Hall's main headquarters. If they failed, those who