"They're here! Chen Mo is here!" A Li Family guard ran swiftly to the open plaza in front of the clan hall, where many people had gathered.
"Have all unrelated people been evacuated?" Li Wenwu sat in a chair by the entrance, which he had ordered moved there.
During summer, the Li Family held its sparring matches here. There was a competition every year, which suited the Li Family's martial spirit. However, anyone without talent for martial arts or who was not a Martial Artist was forbidden from watching or approaching during the matches, or they would be dealt with according to clan rules.
"They've all been moved to the Back Mountain," the butler said.
Li Wenwu nodded without speaking, his gaze fixed on the far end of the road.
The plaza held around thirty Li Family elites and various people in charge. Of course, the Li Family had more Martial Artists than this, but there was no point in leaving low-level Martial Artists here. They might as well hide away and protect the other Ordinary People of the Li Family.
Although he believed Chen Mo would not hurt anyone, it was always better to prepare for the worst. If Ordinary People got caught up in the battle, the Li Family would suffer severe losses.
The Li Family might be a martial arts aristocratic family, but most of its members had no talent for cultivation. Yet these people without cultivation talent formed the foundation of the Li Family.
They provided everything the Li Family needed, and perhaps among their descendants, someone with cultivation talent would emerge. So the saying that people were everything was absolutely true.
Li Wenwu knew what battles between Xiantian Masters were like. If Ordinary People got dragged into one, they would be utterly vulnerable.
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