Black Flame Saint, Yun Qianxue, and Saint Honghe had not left.
Black Flame Saint looked at Fang Chen and asked, "Fang Chen, what should we do if the Ye Family Members really attack?"
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "Uncle-Master Black Flame, you needn't worry. Forget the Ye Family—even if they come at us together with those bald donkeys, we won't be afraid. The Southern Wastes are our turf. If they don't want to die, let them come!"
Yun Qianxue said to Fang Chen, "Elder Fang Chen, I suggest we focus on the sect for now and avoid investing too much elsewhere in the Southern Wastes. The situation is still unstable."
Fang Chen nodded. "Mm. There's no need to invest too much elsewhere right now. The Glazed Sword Sect has the Glazed Origin Realm, Qingyang Realm, the Demon Cave, and the Origin Realm of Longevity. Those Origin Worlds are more than enough for us to live in. As for the Southern Barrens, we only need to extract its resources for now."
Fang Chen knew the Glazed Sword Sect's mountain headquarters, Qingyang Realm, the Demon Cave, and the Origin Realm of Longevity formed its foundation. He had no wish to lead the sect's people away from the Southern Wastes to carve out new territory. That would be too dangerous.
For now, Fang Chen wanted the Glazed Sword Sect to hold on to its foundation. It would not matter even if they lost every other territory in the Southern Wastes. Apart from the Glazed Sword Sect, the Southern Wastes were a barren expanse. People from other factions would struggle to gain a foothold there.
"Mm!"
Yun Qianxue nodded slightly.
Fang Chen then spoke with Yun Qianxue, Black Flame Saint, and the others for a while, laying out his plans.
"Uncle-Master Black Flame," Fang Chen