Smack!
Inside the Purge Team's cultivation hall, Fang Mo's hand holding the cup suddenly stiffened, and tea spilled out.
"Fang Mo, what's wrong?"
Qingshui looked at Fang Mo in confusion. At Fang Mo's level of strength, even if he were gripping a mountain, his hand would not tremble. Yet he had actually spilled his tea.
Han Li, Qianshan, and the others present also looked at Fang Mo with questioning gazes.
Fang Mo did not answer. He closed his eyes as if sensing something. A moment later, he opened them, frowning. "Just now, I sensed that someone seemed to be plotting against me. But when I tried to trace it back, I couldn't find them!"
"That means the other party may be stronger than you. Only then could they cut off your pursuit!"
True Lord Hanli explained.
Qianshan said gravely,
"It seems those people from Jihuang Sword Palace still haven't given up. Fang Mo, you need to be careful. Those sects are extremely underhanded. If they can't do it openly, they'll very likely come at you from the shadows. I suggest you withdraw from Galaxy City and head for the Central Continent with all your strength!"
True Monarch Qingshui also advised,
"Qianshan is right. After this mist tide, the number of mutated beasts will multiply severalfold, and many regions will become exceedingly dangerous. Galaxy City was built late, after all, and its defensive strength is insufficient. It cannot compare to the Central Continent. With the Divine Hall at your back, reinforcements can keep up, and at critical moments, the other four peaks can also come to your aid!"
Fang Mo knew they meant well, but he could not withdraw.
Galaxy City was his foundation.
To be honest, he did not have much power within the Tianli Sect. Everything had been carved