In the tribe's Main Hall.
The Tier 3 cultivators had gathered.
When the Ancient Wood Tribe was at its height, it had hundreds of Tier 3 cultivators. Now, barely more than twenty remained.
Every one of them was anxious as they discussed what to do.
"Fellow Daoist Ancient Wood is still in seclusion. What should we do?"
"Who knows what plan Fellow Daoist Ancient Wood has?"
Heiya Bonan sighed deeply, his face etched with worry.
As they talked,
voices urging them to surrender rang out beyond the tribe.
"People of the Ancient Wood Tribe, you have nowhere left to turn! Surrender at once, and your lives will be spared!"
"If you persist in your folly, you will surely die!"
More than a hundred Tier 3 cultivators from the Cold Wind Tribe, along with great numbers of Tier 2 and Tier 1 cultivators, surrounded the entire tribe.
Their calls rose and fell.
Listen closely, and the voices of Huiyan Yao, Caoshe Teng, and others could be heard among them!
Fearing the Ancient Wood Tribe would lose, they had fled in the night to join the Cold Wind Tribe.
It seemed they had succeeded.
Huiyan Yao shouted, "Heiya Bonan, Purple Mountain Rock, what are you still holding out for? Ancient Wood is certain to lose! He might have abandoned you and run already. It's not too late to surrender!"
"Hmph. Huiyan Yao, you think I'm like you?"
Purple Mountain Rock's cold voice rang across heaven and earth.
Huiyan Yao shot back, "Purple Mountain Rock, death is at your door and you don't even know it. You'll regret this soon enough!"
Purple Mountain Rock said nothing more.
He knew more words would be useless.
At this point, they could only hope Li Chang'an would turn the tide.
He took a deep breath, left