The Chan Sect Arrives

A hundred li outside Sishui Pass, the Xiqi camp.

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Ji Fa was restless, glancing outside the tent from time to time, then looking at Shen Gongbao, who sat beside him with his eyes closed in repose. Anxiety and panic sprouted wildly in his heart like weeds.

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Ji Fa paced back and forth inside the tent, his face filled with lingering worry.

After suffering a crushing defeat in the battle before Sishui Pass, he had followed Shen Gongbao's advice and withdrawn the army several hundred li.

They had moved far away from Sishui Pass, established camp here, and waited quietly for reinforcements from Kunlun Mountain.

But until the reinforcements arrived, his heart could not rest for even a day.

The events of that day lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

Those Chan Sect Immortal Elders who had once been so high and mighty, so arrogant and invincible, had been slaughtered, fled, or routed completely.

How could they continue fighting this battle?

With the Great Shang Dynasty aided by such powerful Interception Sect immortals, what could Xiqi rely on to win?

"Prime Minister, tell me... will the Immortal Elders really come?"

Ji Fa finally stopped and looked at Shen Gongbao, who was sitting calmly to one side.

Shen Gongbao held his teacup, leisurely blowing away the foam, an unchanging smile hanging on his face.

"Second Young Master, there is no need to worry."

"Three of our fellow disciples have been placed on the Investiture of the Gods. How could the sect stand by and watch such a disgrace?"

"I dare say that before long, the true main force of our Chan