Outside the entrance to the Seven-Colored Treasure Land in the Great Xuan Mountain Range.
Nothing happened through the night.
When the morning light of the second day tore through the darkness and spilled over the valley thick with tension, the well-prepared members of the Cang Xuan Sect did not witness the earth-shattering battle they had expected.
Outside the valley, all was calm. The anticipated sight of the Saint Palace's massive force arriving with murderous intent never appeared. There was not even the slightest trace of an enemy.
"What's going on? Where are the Saint Palace people?"
"Did they give up? Are they too scared to come?"
"That can't be possible, can it? This is the Seven-Colored Treasure Land! How could the Saint Palace give it up so easily?"
"Could they be plotting something?"
After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement, the Cang Xuan Sect disciples in the valley began whispering among themselves, their faces full of confusion and bewilderment. Even Zhou Tai, Lü Yan, and the other Chief Disciples exchanged looks, unable to make sense of it.
At the very front of the valley, Chu Qing, Li Qingchan, Ye Ge, Kong Sheng, and the other Saint Children stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing into the distance with slightly furrowed brows.
"Strange... Jiang Taishen really didn't come?" Chu Qing rubbed his smooth bald head, surprise flickering across his face. "That doesn't fit his style. There's no way he wouldn't be tempted by the Seven-Colored Treasure Land."
A trace of doubt flashed through Li Qingchan's beautiful eyes as her cool voice rang out. "Perhaps Junior Brother Mo Lin's display of strength yesterday made them wary, and they didn't dare attack rashly?"
Ye Ge waved his folding fan and said thoughtfully, "Or perhaps... they believe that launching an all-out war against