"All right, that is the basic intelligence. We have little time left now, so I ask all fellow Daoists to pool your wisdom and come up with a good idea. After all, in this situation, it is not something that can be solved by fighting alone or flaunting hot-blooded courage. Unless one has the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm, if everyone fights separately, it will certainly be extremely dangerous." Chu Tianshu raised his head and swept his gaze over those below. "If any fellow Daoist has a good idea, you may speak now."
When the cultivators heard this, they naturally began whispering among themselves again. Only after about the time it took to drink a cup of tea did someone finally speak.
"Patriarch Chu, fellow Daoists, in my humble opinion, we should think of a way to return to Guiluo City. There are tens of thousands of fellow Daoists gathered there, as well as countless formations and restrictions. It is the safest place right now." The one who spoke was precisely that short, stout cultivator surnamed Wang.
Chu Tianshu stroked his beard and remained silent.
"Hmph, Brother Wang truly has come up with a fine idea. Return to Guiluo City? Yes, there are indeed tens of thousands of fellow Daoists there, but it is also the place the yin souls and ghosts are attacking with all their might. The three great Ghost Emperors have gathered there; perhaps by now it can no longer guarantee morning after night. If fellow Daoist wishes to court death, this old man has no intention of accompanying you." A somewhat acerbic voice rang out. Lin Xuan looked toward the sound and saw it was that old man with a withered, scorched face.
The short, stout cultivator's face turned green, then white. He wanted to