The Great Tower Was About to Fall

The Great Tower Was About to Fall

Early the next morning, Shi Yue arrived at Green Cloud Palace. Only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator stood guard at the entrance.

"Senior Brothers, I have something to discuss with Aunt-Master Yuan. Sorry for the trouble, but could you let her know I'm here?" Shi Yue said, cupping his fists.

"You're Junior Brother Shi, right? Aunt-Master Yuan isn't at Green Cloud Peak right now. Uncle-Master Sun is in charge here. He gave orders that he won't receive visitors unless they have something urgent. Could you tell me what you need?"

Shi Yue raised an eyebrow. He'd originally wanted to pay his respects to Yuan Yan, but she wasn't here. It seemed highly likely that she'd been sent to the front lines.

"If that's the case, never mind. I won't disturb Uncle-Master Sun's cultivation."

With that, Shi Yue turned and left.

He stopped by the residences of his friends on Green Cloud Peak, including Sun Desheng, Lin Yi, and Lin Qing, but was surprised to find that none of them were home.

If his guess was right, they'd all been sent to the front lines.

Shi Yue thought for a moment, then rode his flying artifact to Peach Blossom Valley.

After hearing Shi Yue's account, Murong Xiaoxiao nodded with a bitter smile. "Most of our sect's elite have been sent to the front lines. The disciples left to guard the Main Sect are mostly below the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Most of those above that stage have been sent to the front lines. If not for my special status, I'd probably have been sent there too."

Shi Yue nodded to himself. Murong Xiaoxiao was Murong Feng's granddaughter, so it wasn't strange that she'd been left to guard the Main Sect.

"By the way, Senior Sister