"Four hundred thousand li..."
"It'll be impossible to determine the outcome in one or two months..."
Lu Yuan knew very well that a distance of four hundred thousand li was merely the time of a breath to him now. However, he had another question. "You said the Thunder Clan and Soul Clan couldn't determine the outcome within one or two months. So how long have they been fighting so far?"
The Dou Zun elder from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan was momentarily speechless, but he quickly remedied it. "This old man doesn't know how long they've been fighting, but judging from the fact that neither clan's young clan leader had made a move as of half a month ago, even mere contact and probing would take at least a month. My estimate that the outcome cannot be decided in one or two months is merely an estimate. It will only take longer, not shorter."
"The Young Clan Leaders of the two clans?"
Lu Yuan sharply caught the issue in that answer.
He frowned slightly and pressed the matter. "You mean the clashes between the Thunder Clan and Soul Clan aren't clashes between their main forces, but friction between the younger generation?"
Faced with this question, the Dou Zun elder—who had still been scrambling to patch up his answer to the previous simple question—dared not confidently affirm or deny anything.
He could only speak of what he had seen.
After all, in the cultivation world, exaggerating in the face of the strong usually ended in death.
He modestly cupped his hands. Though he was answering, the Dou Zun had already expressed his stance through his actions. "This old man is a Dou Zun of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan and does not know much about the affairs between the Thunder Clan