"Why?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"The Devil Race has made another move. The Xunyin Demon-zhang tribe may have made contact with the Devil Race scattered outside, and they're plotting to break out of the Demon Abyss. The Ghost Race in the Starfield Ghost Plains is even more troublesome than we imagined. Uncle Kuang has already encountered a Ghost King who can match him blow for blow. Neither the Devil Race nor the Ghost Race will let the Human Race take over the Spirit Ruins without a fight," Xiang Qingcheng said.
"In other words, another great war among the humans, ghosts, and devils is about to erupt." Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes. He had personally experienced the war between humans and ghosts in Wangyue. But the ghosts who invaded Wangyue had been only one faction. What was about to erupt now might be the true calamity of the ages.
"Perhaps. Think carefully about whether you want to become a guest elder of the Council of Elders. There are plenty of elders from outside the imperial clan who get treated as cannon fodder." Xiang Qingcheng shot Lu Xiaotian a warning glance.
"I can refine pills well enough, but fighting cultivators isn't my strong suit. The Xiang imperial clan has endured to this day, so they must know how to make the best use of people and put me in a suitable position," Lu Xiaotian said solemnly.
"Go on, tell that to the ghosts." Xiang Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh. But as a grandmaster of alchemy, Lu Xiaotian would surely hold a high position if he were willing to join the Council of Elders. He certainly wouldn't be sent to the front lines to fight the Ghost Race or the Devil Race.
Going with Lu Xiaotian to the lakeside, Xiang Qingcheng felt much more