Cramped Circumstances

By the time he returned to the courtyard, the sky had already grown dark.

The Old Scholar Tree's shadow stretched long in the twilight. A lean figure was swinging a large saber, practicing the Severing Gate Saber Technique over and over.

The youth's clothes had been drenched with sweat, clinging to his body and revealing the outlines of the muscles and bones growing beneath.

Every swing of the wooden staff carried the sound of wind. Though his moves were not yet fully refined, they already held a hint of fierce sharpness.

Chen An sensed someone entering. He lowered his staff and turned, seeing Li Xiao walk into the courtyard with a grave expression.

His steps lacked their usual composure. His brows were faintly furrowed, and something heavy lay in his eyes.

Chen An's heart tightened. He set down the wooden staff and hurried over, asking cautiously, "Master, has the Demon Race sent more people?"

Li Xiao glanced at him, fell silent for a moment, then walked over and sat on a stone bench.

He did not beat around the bush. His voice was calm, yet heavy.

"A Seventh Turn Great Demon has appeared behind our lines. Given the current situation, this city can only be abandoned."

"Seventh Turn?" Chen An's voice abruptly rose, his pupils filled with shock.

He had not cultivated for long, but he still knew what the Seventh Turn meant.

It was a legendary realm, an existence of which the entire Yu Kingdom could not produce more than a few.

There was no need to say what it meant for such an existence to appear behind their lines.

He clenched the wooden staff in his hand until his knuckles turned white, his voice trembling slightly. "Master, but there are... there are millions of people in the city.