Tu Gui had to be admitted to be extraordinarily clever. Even in such a desperate predicament, he had come up with a way to deal with it, and from the looks of things, it would definitely work. At the very least, it would greatly improve Ling Tian and the others' chances of making their appointment on time. Hearing this, Tu Tian and the others were all encouraged, eager to take action at once. They knew, however, that it would only be useful if they acted at the best possible moment, so they forcibly suppressed their excitement and held back.
Afterward, Tu Gui reminded them—or, more accurately, warned them—that if Ling Tian and the others really couldn't make it to the appointment on time, they would have no choice but to hand over the Saint-grade Heavenly Treasures they had. If they kept them, Ling Tian's side, whose strength surpassed theirs, or cultivators from other sects, would surely make a move against them. In all likelihood, they would be killed, and that was the last thing they wanted.
"Mm. Though we'd hate to part with them, our lives will be more important than holding on to those Saint-grade Heavenly Treasures." Tu Tian nodded, then looked around at the others. "As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood. If we stay alive, we'll have another chance."
Hearing this, everyone nodded. None of them had any objections.
Now that they had thought of a way to deal with the situation, they no longer worried about it. They continued cultivating to improve their strength, then waited for the best moment to act.
Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, another twenty or thirty thousand years passed, and fewer than thirty thousand years remained before Ling Tian and the