"Snow Changqing pondered for a while.
He was a little dazed.
At last, he still felt that his status and level were insufficient to grasp the thoughts of such towering figures who stood at the summit above the clouds.
They clearly had over ten thousand years of enmity between life and death, yet the two could play together as though they were bosom friends.
To be honest, this sort of state was rather enviable.
Sometimes, Snow Changqing and the others would wonder: if they truly fought to the very end, and one side reached the end of the road beneath the other's attacks, who would suffer more—the one who died, or the one who lived?"
"Eastern Chief Strategist asked this junior to convey several things. First, regarding the remains of our hidden operative, the matter has already been settled. Second, regarding Young Master Feng Yun's wedding, we must participate on behalf of the Guardians and present a gift."
"Third, the strategist said that, regarding our ten people, he hoped Vice Head Sect Leader Yan would temper them here at the Sole True Sect."
When he said this, Snow Changqing actually felt extremely strange.
He was also rather puzzled.
What gave Eastern Chief Strategist the confidence to ask the Sole True Sect to train the geniuses of the Guardians?
And he had actually made the request with such righteous confidence.
They were enemies sworn to life and death!
Although the high-level figures of the Sole True Sect—the several Vice Head Sect Leaders and even the various Hall Masters—each possessed powerful, unique personal charisma and the bearing of a leader, it could not be denied that, at the borders between the various sects and factions below, in every direction, and even in the secret lands, every place was still a sea of