When Taixu and the others saw Fang Mo begin exploring Sacred Sword Peak, their expressions did not relax. Their Primordial Spirits formed a group connection.
"What do we do now?"
Mystic Peak Saint spoke first, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness, along with a trace of lingering terror after surviving disaster.
"What? Do you have something in mind?"
Mystic Water Saint looked at Xuanyue, then at Fang Mo's figure. "Let me remind you: we've been implanted with Soul Control Seals. Nothing can be hidden from our lord!"
Xuanyue's expression instantly turned ugly. He looked at Xuanshui. "You certainly pledged allegiance quickly. None of us ever realized Mystic Water Saint was so adept at trimming his sails to the wind!"
Xuanshui sneered.
"A wise man knows which way the wind blows. Charging ahead when you know you're outmatched makes you a fool. In this world, the weak are meat for the strong. When we were powerful, we invaded other worlds and plundered their resources, and everyone was happy. Now someone else is stronger, and we have to accept it!"
"This is the law!"
His gaze swept across them, his eyes solemn. He seemed like a stranger to them all, yet they all knew he was right.
Taixu sighed softly.
"Things have come to this, and everything has changed. Follow his orders! Don't wait for our lord to ask again!"
"All right!"
Xuanyue sighed softly and said no more.
"Do you think our lord will uncover Sacred Sword Peak's secret?"
Fen Tian's gaze returned to the figure in the sky, his voice distant and hushed.
"I don't know. Nothing can be judged by common sense anymore!" Taixu glanced up and shook his head with a bitter smile. "Enough. Go make the arrangements!"
They began issuing orders to their respective factions. The