Chen Xiaojun said in a low voice, "Third Great Uncle, I understand how stifled you feel."
"Even if we set aside the matter of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, here in the Southern Five Counties alone, our strength definitely isn't weak."
"With three Titled Douluo holding the fort, a dozen or so Soul Douluo, and dozens of Soul Sages, a lineup like that counts as formidable no matter how you look at it. Compared with most top-tier forces, we're still a cut above."
His tone shifted, and his brows knitted tightly. "But the problem is, if you guard against thieves for a thousand days, there will always be one slip!"
"We're in the open, while the Crimson Church is in the dark. They can always find the right moment to gather superior forces in a local area and gang up on the few with the many."
When Chen Menglin heard this, his brows furrowed slightly. "Then what do you say we should do?"
A trace of resolve flashed through Chen Xiaojun's eyes. "We can't just keep defending passively. We have to take the initiative, find their lair, and destroy it in one fell swoop!"
Chen Cong glanced at Chen Menglin, who nodded.
Chen Cong then said, "Has Old Cocoon gotten any news about the Yan Family's stronghold?"
Chen Menglin shook his head. "No. He said the Yan Family's people are extremely distrustful even of their own headquarters. Not even headquarters knows the Yan Family's exact location."
"As for their contact points, there are quite a few, but they're all insignificant small fry. They're of no value."
"And he said that even if it's a stronghold, it may not necessarily be their lair."
Chen Xiaojun pondered inwardly, As expected! The clan has a mole inside the Crimson Church.
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