Just as Fang Xiao was risking his life to break through, Wuji left his cave abode on the other side.
By sheer coincidence, the moment he emerged from seclusion, he ran straight into Zhang Tiansheng and his nephew.
He then learned from the two of them about the Xuan Clan's scheme.
When he heard that Zhang Tiansheng had been severely injured and could only recover and stabilize the current situation by sacrificing half his remaining lifespan, Wuji's brow furrowed deeply.
He remembered Zhang Tiansheng personally saying that he had less than eighteen hundred years of life left. If he sacrificed half of that again, would that not leave him with only eight or nine hundred years—less than a millennium.
That was not even enough time for an upper third-rank cultivator to spend in a single seclusion.
Wuji truly had not expected that, in a situation where they should clearly have held their ground, Zhang Tiansheng could still stir up such a mess.
There was a reason the Yin-Yang Great Dao Sect had been brought to such a state under his leadership.
"So, what do you two plan to do under the current circumstances?"
Although Wuji had now reached the Integrated Body Early Stage, he was ultimately an outsider to the Dao Sect. It was not appropriate for him to voice an opinion, much less now, when the Dao Sect stood at the brink of life and death.
Thus, before they made their decision, he did not intend to offer any suggestions.
Seeing Wuji act this way, Zhang Chengdao glanced at his uncle, feeling somewhat strange.
He had originally thought Wuji's rash attempt to break through to the Body Integration Realm was a sign of youthful impulsiveness and restless impatience.
Yet Wuji had not only advanced successfully, but had also treated