Mobilizing Troops

"Are we going?"

"No."

That was Taiyi's answer.

Standing before the Jade Palace, Taiyi crushed the invitation jade slip in his hand, tossed it to the ground, and ground it to powder beneath his foot.

His expression was calm and resolute. It did not look as though he had crushed an invitation from a great sect, or an invitation to the Xingluo sect conference. He seemed as indifferent as if he were casually tossing away a rag and crushing a sugar cube that had fallen to the floor.

Civil war would entail enormous losses, perhaps even sharply reducing the number of "keys" in this domain. Yet the two great sects had surprisingly done nothing to stop it, nor had they played the role of "righteous arbiters" by convening a conference. The Beast Taming Sect's Sect Master, on the other hand, seemed especially eager to facilitate this peace negotiation and reconcile the two sects.

There had originally been a path to reconciliation. So long as Taiyi returned True Lord Mingyu's Yin Spirit, the Hehuan Sect would not have sought revenge so fiercely. But the moment True Lord Mingyu's life lamp was completely extinguished, the Hehuan Sect finally understood that the Taiyi Sect had never intended to negotiate peace.

Looking at the jade slip presented before him—the invitation from their ally, the Beast Taming Sect—Great True Lord Zhuxi casually tossed it onto the desk and said coldly, "That old undead Huanling still thinks he can take down the Taiyi Sect without shedding a drop of blood by relying on the majesty of a great sect. How utterly laughable."

His palm came down on the desk, leaving behind a handprint.

It was no wonder Great True Lord Zhuxi's fury had surged.

This was a provocation!

A premeditated one.

And all of it was