At the same time, deep within Thousand Gold Marsh, a thick White Light Beam suddenly soared upwards from a mountain gate of the Sharp Light Sect, immediately drawing the attention of all the cultivators in the sect.
Seeing this scene, the solemn expressions on these cultivators' faces immediately eased considerably.
The White Light Beam did not last long. Once it dispersed, nearly a hundred figures appeared within a great array whose spiritual radiance had yet to fully fade.
More than a dozen people had long been waiting around the array. At their head stood a short, fat man who somewhat resembled the square-faced Golden Immortal Luo Hong had met before.
He was not tall, nor did he wear his hair long like ordinary male cultivators. Beneath his short black hair, however, his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
The qualities of sharpness and solidity somehow coexisted within him.
"Why are there so few of you?"
After seeing how many people were in the array, Xiang Qianjin immediately furrowed his brow and spoke with some displeasure.
"Sect Master Xiang, our two sects have sent nearly all our elders to the front lines. These are the only ones we can currently spare."
Elder Mi stepped before the crowd and answered with an earnest expression.
He was the only Late True Immortal among the nearly hundred elders, so naturally everyone looked to him as their leader.
"Sect Master, Fellow Daoist Mi came despite his wounds not having healed. What he says must be true."
An aged Late True Immortal elder beside Xiang Qianjin immediately advised him.
"Very well. It is already commendable that you have come. Earlier, Xiang was overly concerned for the sect's safety and acted discourteously. I hope you will not take offense!"
After sighing, Xiang Qianjin cupped his hands toward Elder Mi