Ji An carefully put away the jade box and said,
"Senior, now that the Spirit Vein has run dry, these ruins will become a demonic domain. All the glory, weathered hardships, blood, and fire of the past will sink into silence. What are your plans?"
This was an old grandpa figure. No matter what, he had to talk him into leaving.
From the way the other spoke and the breadth of his knowledge, he was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who could offer considerable help.
Most importantly, the puppet housing him was not powerful, nor had it shown any hostility.
"I was born here and raised here. I shall be buried alongside the Spirit Vein."
The puppet's words brimmed with bleakness and reluctance, along with a measure of release, as though a burden had finally been lifted.
Ji An pondered for a moment, then said gravely,
"Senior, you have not seen the light of day for a long time. Now that the True Demon Tribulation has erupted once more, why not leave this place?
"For one, you can see what the cultivation world is like today. For another, you can return to the battlefield."
"Return to battle? Hahaha, hahaha."
The puppet threw back his head in laughter. After a long while, he stopped, his voice carrying bone-deep hatred.
"Do you know? When the sect was surrounded back then, if only several nearby sects had been willing to come to our aid, it would have been entirely possible to break up the True Demon army.
"I could understand that they had their concerns. If they did not come, then so be it. After all, a rescue mission carried no small risk.
"But the other ends of both Teleportation Arrays we had prepared were attacked and destroyed at the same time. According