"Alas."
Changsun Fanghua sighed. "In five years, two thousand martial artists will be sent to the Plane Battlefield. Once they go, whether they live or die will be impossible to predict."
There we go.
Another pessimist.
Jun Changxiao said, "Senior Changsun needn't worry. Besides, those going will be Martial Emperors. You're only a Peak Martial King right now..."
He stopped there. Perhaps she would break through within five years.
That was exactly what Changsun Fanghua worried about.
She had been a Peak Martial King for a long time. Breaking through to Emperor Rank within five years was entirely possible. If so, she would meet the requirements. If she could not enter in the first batch, she would certainly be in the second or third.
Changsun Fanghua did not possess the resolve of experts like City Lord Han, who were willing to devote their lives to the continent. She simply did not want to leave Wonderful Flower Palace, since there were many sect matters that she helped share.
"Sect Master Jun."
With sorrow on her face, Changsun Fanghua said, "If this old woman goes to the Plane Battlefield in five years, I hope you can look after my Palace Mistress more in the future."
This feeling...
It was like she was arranging her final affairs!
Jun Changxiao did not know whether to laugh or cry. "When the cart reaches the mountain, there will be a road. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten out. Senior Changsun, don't be so pessimistic."
Still, were the martial artists of Starfall Continent really that lacking in confidence?
The next time he went in to stir up trouble, should he set up an Imaging Array for a live broadcast and help them build some confidence?
The system said, "Host is overthinking it. Transmitting