Freedom

Ancient city.

The cultivators who had received the talisman message early sat upright to one side, staring at the tea cups in their hands.

The several Nascent Soul cultivators seated across the small tables wore varying expressions.

One of them simply stood up and paced back and forth.

His face was full of worry as well.

Though no one sighed, the atmosphere in the hall was exceptionally heavy.

If one wiped it with a rag and wrung it out, water might well drip from it.

"The spirit vessel is parked outside. Is it supposed to stay there forever?"

One cultivator who appeared middle-aged spoke first. "If we keep waiting like this, when will it end? The defensive formation on a large spirit vessel may not hold. If we cannot provide aid in advance, the Immortal Tower's reputation..."

"There is no choice. Since Venerables are fighting, all we can do is wait."

"If you ask me, we should quickly raise the ancient city's grand formation, lest the aftermath of their battle reach the city and shake our foundations."

"Fellow Daoist Yu is right."

"It was prepared long ago."

"..."

"That is not the main problem. The key is that ancestor from the Taiyi Sect."

"Who?"

"Who else could it be?"

"The Tower Master means him? Wasn't it said that he betrayed the sect..." The older Nascent Soul cultivator fell silent.

This truly was a problem.

Even the Venerables' battle had begun because of that man. Never mind how they would deal with matters afterward—no matter what they did, it seemed they would offend one side or the other.

No one knew why that man had traveled thousands of miles to their ancient city. Whatever the reason, ignorance would have been one thing, but now that they knew, they had to make