Seven Star Island Greed Arises

"Senior Brother Wu, what is going on? Why did those Demon Race suddenly withdraw, and why did the Great Elder actually fly off together with the Snow Fox King? Could something have happened in the middle of all this?" The speaker was the Nascent Soul female cultivator dressed in palace robes. Though she had not fallen, she had clearly suffered no small hardship, and at this moment her face was full of confusion.

"How would I know? Senior Brother merely sent a voice transmission instructing us to be careful and guard against the surrounding Demon Race. As for anything else, he did not say much more to me. But according to my guess, some unforeseen change must have occurred." The white-bearded old man shook his head, his face likewise filled with bewilderment. Everything that had just happened was indeed far too strange.

"Hmph, guard strictly against the Demon Race? Could it be that this blood-deep hatred is just going to be let go like this?" the palace-robed woman said, somewhat unwilling to accept it.

The other Nascent Soul old monsters also wore disgruntled expressions. The Ice Plain Demon Race had inexplicably come knocking at their door and slain more than half of their sect's elite disciples. Naturally, they felt unreconciled in their hearts.

The white-bearded old man sighed. Compared with his other junior brothers and sisters, he was somewhat more seasoned and steady. He was equally furious over what had befallen their sect, but the cultivation world valued the law of the jungle, the weak as meat and the strong as eaters. Without sufficient strength, wanting revenge was nothing but empty talk...

If they could halt the war, then for their sect, that was already the best outcome. What the Mystic Phoenix Sect needed now was to rest and recover.