The Time Until Entering the Plane Battlefield Shortens
"Sect Master."
Inside Iron Bone Peak's Main Hall, Li Qingyang walked in and cupped his hands. "This disciple has returned."
Jun Changxiao said, "Perfect timing. The battlefield stronghold has expanded considerably during this period. I was waiting for you to build it up."
"Yes."
Li Qingyang withdrew.
"Hall Master Li."
Jun Changxiao transmitted, "Notify the Northeast Luzhou Branch Sect. Send people to hide in Little Cold Village and secretly protect that girl. If anything happens, have the helmsman carry his own head back to the sect to apologize."
He had already learned about Li Qingyang and Sister Qiao'er, so he had to eliminate every possible danger. He absolutely could not allow some heart-wrenching plot where lovers were separated forever.
"Understood."
Li Luoqiu hurriedly contacted the intelligence network in Northeast Luzhou.
Before long, the little village that was already under the Extreme Cold Palace's protection gained many more hidden experts skilled in the ways of assassination.
At this point, forget bandits coming to cause trouble—even if fourth- or fifth-rate sects sent people to stir up trouble, they would surely go and never return.
The martial artists of Starfall Continent would never have imagined that a tiny village with barely a hundred inhabitants had so many experts hidden in the shadows. Its defenses were not inferior to those of a third-rate sect in the slightest.
That was only if bandits came to make trouble. If the situation had been any more dangerous, Jun Changxiao might even have deployed one of the War Cavalry Hall's legions.
For the sake of his disciples.
Jun Gousheng simply loved making a mountain out of a molehill.
The next day.
Li Qingyang brought his fellow disciples into Starfall Continent and began planning and construction.
The fact that his