After a night of clamor, the vast Seven Treasures City did not gradually quiet down until dawn. Every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been assigned to inns throughout the city. The streets were deserted, with only patrols passing by from time to time.
Zhao Xuan stood in midair, looking down upon this other "holy land" of the soul master world besides Spirit Hall. He could sense the haste, the uncertainty, and the suppressed cries echoing from all corners of the city.
"Can this battle really be won?"
Zhao Xuan suddenly murmured. Even he had begun to doubt this war, where the disparity in strength was so vast. He believed Ning Fengzhi, Xue Ye, and the others shared the same confusion.
Spirit Hall's forces were simply too immense, so immense that they weighed people down until they could barely lift their heads.
He stared at the starry sky with tightly furrowed brows for a long while, then gave a self-mocking smile. Other than continuing to resist, what other choice did they have?
"As long as we have enough strength, no matter how powerful Spirit Hall is, they will be nothing but rabble!"
The next morning, Zhao Xuan wandered around the outskirts of Seven Treasures City, guarding against another sneak attack by Spirit Hall while also keeping an eye out for spies hiding within the city.
"My lord, I finally found you. The Sect Master requests your presence."
Just then, a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple ran up to Zhao Xuan, drenched in sweat. Panting heavily, he spoke with a look of relief.
"Me? Where is he?"
"The reception hall."
Only a few hours later, Zhao Xuan was seated in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reception hall once more. This time, however, the hall was