Two of the more outstanding members of the Yun clan met.
The commanding general looked tiredly at the familiar rival before him. He saw none of the high spirits or confident air of having everything in hand, only haggardness and obsession. He was no longer that graceful young master who held wisdom like pearls in his grasp. Faced with this scene, the general suddenly found it all dull and had no desire to contend with him anymore.
"You're still chasing that blade? For the sake of a legend, you're going to watch the clansmen who trusted you since childhood die? The ancestor once said it was most likely some idle prank by the White Dragon. Is it worth it?"
The obsessed young master shook his head.
"We cannot let any possibility slip away. The Yun clan cannot afford to gamble."
He could not persuade the others. The ancestors of the various immortal domains might possess their own experience and insight, but he had his own views as well. The ancestors could not be all-knowing and all-powerful, or the clan would not now be facing a crisis, battered by wind and rain.
Even during the era of the former Heavenly Court, there had never been such turmoil.
The general stared intently at him. After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.
"I will lead the army against the Snake Demon Army and do everything possible to hold their immortal generals back. You and your people can take advantage of the chaos to seize that blade."
The obsessed young master froze at his words.
He had never expected the rival he had fought for most of his life to truly help him. He had prepared a bellyful of words, yet none of them proved useful. The