"So that was it. No wonder our race had been pleading for so long, yet the Yaksha Race and Shadow Race still hadn't sent any truly useful reinforcements, even though they were under far less pressure than we were!"
Mu Jiao had also traveled and trained on the Feng Yuan Continent, so she knew very well just how brutal the struggles between the various races could be.
Thus, although she felt quite unwilling to accept it, she came to terms with it without much difficulty.
"Words are useless. After all, if it were us, we would have made the same choice.
The reason I stripped you of your military authority was to have you take charge of the Holy Land's evacuation. You should understand what is at stake."
Wu Tong had led the Wood Race for many years and had long since stopped growing angry over such matters. What he needed to do now was prepare for the worst while preserving the Wood Race as much as possible!
"This junior understands. I will not leak a single word of this matter!"
Mu Jiao knew clearly that if the Wood Race cultivators stationed along the defensive lines learned that the Holy Land was already preparing to retreat, morale would surely collapse.
If the Demon Race took the opportunity to attack then, a great rout would likely become unavoidable.
In that case, the subsequent plan of holding fast to their ancestral land would become useless.
"Mm. You may leave."
Wu Tong nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, then waved his hand somewhat wearily.
"This junior takes her leave!"
Mu Jiao naturally did not dare disturb him further. After offering a brief farewell, she flew away.
When Wu Tong was once again left alone beneath the tree, his expression turned grave as he