With things said to this point, there was nothing left to discuss. Lin Xuan reached an agreement with the two of them: the Three Sects Alliance would deal with the Spirit Ghost Sect first.
What needed to be settled afterward were some matters of detail.
But on one point, everyone shared the same view.
In war, speed was prized. They could not give the Spirit Ghost Sect even a breath to recover.
As the saying went, opportunity, once lost, would not come again. If they delayed, it would be disadvantageous to their sect.
After all, though the Spirit Ghost Sect was a dragon without a head and in chaos like a pot of boiling porridge, variables still existed.
If time dragged on a little too long by accident, and the great cultivation clans of that sect had already decided victory and defeat and selected a new sect master, that would add new variables to the outcome of this campaign.
Although Lin Xuan was confident even in a head-on clash, the losses would certainly be much greater. How could that compare to exploiting the other side's contradictions and snatching chestnuts from the fire? That would be far more convenient and swift.
On this point, the three of them were of one mind.
Then what came next was easy.
They did not waste a single moment. They passed down a decree, ordering the disciples to remain where they were and properly recover from their injuries and rest, while also serving as a guard over the mineral vein. Lin Xuan, meanwhile, set out with his senior brother and senior sister, racing back to the main headquarters without stopping.
All three of them were Spirit Division Stage cultivators. Their strength and abilities might differ, but the speed of their escape lights was extraordinary. Now