Nanyue City, late at night.
Within the Situ Clan residence, there was an additional White-Haired Elder.
He sat before the table, his expression grave. The tea on the table had gone cold, yet he had not even had time to take a sip.
Situ Fang's delicate brows knit slightly as she asked:
"Elder Wang, what did the clan say?"
The elder named Situ Wang frowned, shook his head, and sighed.
"The clan can't spare anyone..."
Situ Fang frowned. "Our Situ Clan is a Third-Grade aristocratic family, after all. It's impossible that we can't spare a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators. Does the clan not really believe this?"
Situ Wang nodded. "That is part of the reason."
He sighed. "Eighty Iron Corpses and tens of thousands of Walking Corpses... that is simply too absurd..."
The entire Second-Grade State Boundary might not even be able to gather enough strength to contend with them.
Situ Fang sighed softly.
In truth, she did not quite believe it either—or rather, she did not dare believe it.
But Mo Hua had uncovered this information, and the Bai siblings had delivered it. Even if she did not dare believe it, she knew it was most likely true.
Mo Hua always did things beyond expectation.
Though young, he could sometimes be audacious beyond all measure.
Yet when he acted, he usually planned before moving and considered everything thoroughly.
Since getting to know Mo Hua, everything he had said and done had been quite reliable. It should not be false.
It was simply that others might not believe him...
Situ Wang said, "I heard this information was uncovered by some young cultivator?"
Situ Fang nodded.
"How old is he?"
Situ Fang fell silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thirteen..."
Situ Wang seemed at a loss for words.