"Clan Leader, is what the Saint Lord said really true?" Han Bing looked at Han Yi in confusion.
Although she knew Jiang Liu should not lie, she still wanted to confirm it once more.
As one of the earliest Saint Realm elders, Han Bing was equally deeply concerned about the safety of the Frost Race.
The other Frost Race elders were also staring intently at Han Yi.
Clearly, they shared the same thought and wanted to hear Han Yi's affirmative answer.
"Husband never lies!" Han Yi replied with a nod.
Although Jiang Liu had not mentioned this matter to her beforehand, she believed that he would never joke about something like this.
Moreover, whether toward her or anyone else, Jiang Liu had never lied.
Therefore, she could be completely certain that this matter was absolutely true.
Only after receiving Han Yi's confirmation did the Frost Race elders present truly accept it.
However, deciding what to do next was rather difficult.
If this problem had not appeared, there would have been no need to say more—the Frost Race would certainly have migrated happily.
But now, after migrating into Chaos Space, they would have to disperse their cultivation and start over. That was no small matter.
Many members of the race might not be able to accept this outcome at all.
Although the cultivation environment in their new home was several times better than here,
there was no guarantee that, after starting over, they would be able to cultivate smoothly back to their current level.
Let alone surpassing their current realms and taking their strength another step further.
Meanwhile, the other forces would be like fish in water after migrating into Chaos Space, and their strength would certainly develop at a rapid pace.
Given enough time, the strength of the other forces