"Understood, Martial Uncle!" Fairy Yunxia realized how serious the situation was and immediately ordered the other immortals to organize their people and arrange the evacuation. In truth, aside from a few who had attached themselves to Lu Xiaotian, such as Hu Xiaofeng and Lama Banhui, most of the dozens of immortals in the stronghold had their own duties and groups of cultivators under their charge. At Fairy Yunxia's orders, the stronghold was already in an uproar. As for Fairy Yunxia herself, she had little to do at the moment.
Fairy Yunxia saw that Xinhong wasn't rushing to treat her injuries. Instead, she and Yunli were gazing into the distance with worried expressions. Fairy Yunxia's heart skipped a beat. There weren't many people who could worry Xinhong and the others this much—not even a handful in the entire sect. Could it be the sect master, or Elder Dongfang?
Faced with the threat of death, the immortals and cultivators throughout the stronghold didn't need to be rallied; they quickly began gathering supplies. Just as they had collected nearly half of them, streaks of light appeared on the horizon and drew closer. Seeing that it was Lu Xiaotian and Yun Chongyi, Xinhong, Yunli, and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sect Master, Elder Dongfang, are you all right?" Xinhong, still grievously wounded, saw that Yun Chongyi and Lu Xiaotian had returned safely. The stern expression on her face eased considerably.
"We're fine. We owe it to Elder Dongfang this time. Otherwise, our sect might have been doomed," Yun Chongyi said weakly.
"Forget the rest of the supplies. We're leaving now." Lu Xiaotian saw that the stronghold hadn't yet finished packing up, but the Howling Moon Wolf Clan was bearing down on them. Staying even a moment longer was dangerous. How could