Vast Marsh

"Brother Chu, are you all right? This was merely a minor setback, nothing worth mentioning.

The urgent matter is for us to split up. You go notify Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain, and I'll notify the Manor Lord. Before the Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid appears in Thunder Marsh, we must sweep these outsiders up in one net, lest this year's Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid be left without an owner and stir up complaints."

After heaving a sigh, the thin-faced man's expression turned grave. He clenched his fist and gave it a hard swing as he spoke.

The situation was already obvious. Three hundred li east of here lay the outer edge of Thunder Marsh. Of all the places the six Xiantian Experts from the Nineteen Provinces could have gone, they had come here instead. They were surely up to no good.

And looking at the disparity in strength, Xiang Yang alone was likely beyond their ability to withstand. With five more experts aiding him, only Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain and the Bixia Manor Lord personally stepping in could possibly suppress them.

The Flowing Slurry Flying Liquid concerned the cultivation of numerous Xiantian practitioners from the two great powers. It was a matter of the utmost importance, allowing no room for the slightest mishap. They had to act.

Yet his words seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Chu Canglan merely stood there blankly without moving, his breathing faint, the light in his eyes dimmed, his will utterly dispirited.

At this moment, he looked less like a martial arts prodigy blessed with astonishing fortune and more like a beggar who had gone days and nights without food by the roadside, frail and on his last breath. The air of desolation and decay around him was no different from