While Lin Bai and the others were conferring with the higher-ups of the Devil Palace in the sound-transmission chamber, another group was secretly discussing matters within the Yunhe Thousand Provinces.
And the place where they were conferring was none other than the capital territory of the Yunhe Thousand Provinces—more precisely, the secret chamber in the ancestral lands of the Guo Family, the rulers of the Yunhe Thousand Provinces.
More than twenty martial artists were gathered in the dim, lightless secret chamber. The atmosphere was oppressively tense, with only the sound of heavy breathing echoing within.
"What exactly is going on with you people?"
"Didn't you say everything was ready? How could it have failed?"
"Not only did the plan fail, but so many martial artists were lost. Several martial artists of the Chaos Dao Fruit Realm were even captured."
After a long silence, an old man's voice finally rang out in the dark chamber. It was deeply somber and laced with fury.
"Don't take your anger out on us."
"We were unwilling to see this matter fail as well!"
One of the more than twenty martial artists immediately answered.
Yet from their tones and words, it was not hard to tell that they seemed to represent different factions. At the very least, they were not "one family."
As soon as those words were spoken, the secret chamber fell silent again.
Then.
The martial artist with the old man's voice continued, "What do you plan to do next? Do we need to make any other arrangements?"
Another person replied, "This attack on Yellow Sand City failed. Lin Bai and the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace are already prepared."
"Taking action now would no longer be wise."
The old man cried out, "So we're just giving up?"
Another person answered, "There's no other