"Yes, Pavilion Master!"
A fierce glint flashed through Old Man Zhuanyu's eyes. His gaze quickly moved away from Yang An, perfectly controlled as he casually drew the sword back into his body.
This fellow seemed to have merely sensed Yang An's aura and come specifically to take a look at him, intending to teach him a lesson.
Yang An had also anticipated that Thirty Flow would stop him. Of course, if Thirty Flow had not intended to intervene, Yang An would not have held back either.
Looking at the identity curse seal of an external affairs elder in his hand, Yang An found it utterly useless—like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat yet a pity to throw away.
"How is the battle going?"
Thirty Flow shifted his steps and walked ahead. Zhuanyu quickly followed behind, while Yang An trailed several paces back at an unhurried pace.
Since that Old Man Minghe had told him to accompany the forces into battle, he at least had to wait for Thirty Flow to arrange a place for him.
Zhuanyu no longer paid Yang An any attention and began speaking of the current situation.
"Great Virtue Temple is putting up a stubborn last stand. Reinforcements seem to have joined them, and we have been unable to take them down despite prolonged attacks."
"Have we obtained any intelligence? Which domain are Great Virtue Temple's reinforcements from?"
Thirty Flow's tone also became grave. The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for Golden Thread Pavilion. Great Virtue Temple had reinforcements, while Golden Thread Pavilion had none. Sooner or later, they would be worn to death alive.
"They should be people from Thousand Gu Mountain in the northern Forest Luo Domain. The eastern Heavenly Dragon Domain could not have arrived so quickly. As for the