If the sect's original trump card had not been Huang Lao Jiu, then it was time to invite their true senior out.
Faced with everyone's anxious questions.
Huang Lao Jiu merely revealed his pitch-black, hollow teeth. "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. Don't we still have Fellow Daoist Chen?"
"You mean Chen Sanshi?"
Cui Zichen's expression was grave. "You saw it yourself, Senior. He simply is no match for Longqing, not to mention the Liu Ding Liu Jia Grand Array outside, formed from a million soldiers. Even setting all that aside, there is still the Dragon Abyss Sword, which we have no way of handling. At this point, only asking the upper sect to act can ensure everything is foolproof!"
"Fellow Daoist Cui."
Holding his mottled Wine Gourd, Huang Lao Jiu said somewhat awkwardly, "Recently, the sect discovered some unusual signs in the south. There may be great gains to reap, but Cloud Top Palace has also gotten involved. We need to deploy a great many hands, and manpower is stretched thin, so there is only..."
"So no one else is coming?!"
Qian Qiren blurted it out, then asked even more urgently, "Shouldn't Mount Mang Ancestral Vein be the most important matter?"
"Aiya, don't panic, don't panic."
Huang Lao Jiu reassured them, "This old man still says the same thing. Wait and see a little longer, wait and see."
Cui Zichen and Qian Qiren exchanged a glance, both wearing expressions of utter disappointment.
Since Huang Lao Jiu had already spoken this way, there was plainly no point in asking further.
But could it be that from here on...
They were really going to sit here and await death?!
Elsewhere.
Chen Sanshi reorganized the troops.
Fortunately, because Huang Lao Jiu had stopped them earlier, the number of soldiers under