"We encountered a powerful enemy during this war mission. I'd like to ask you, Sage Lord, to lend us a hand."
Sage Yun didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the request.
"A powerful enemy? How strong?"
The voice coming through the mirror sounded casual, clearly not taking the matter too seriously.
"We don't know exactly how strong, but the Giant Spirit King was killed with a flick of his finger. He must at least have taken the second step."
As soon as Sage Yun finished speaking, the other side of the mirror fell silent.
After a long pause, the voice finally spoke again:
"Yun Kai, our friendship isn't enough for me to take such a risk. You understand that, don't you?"
"I understand. We only ask to make it out alive; we want nothing else. We'll offer compensation afterward."
Sage Yun nodded slightly. He only wanted to hold out until the mission's deadline. Though the Samsara Hall would punish them for failing, that was far better than dying and having their souls destroyed.
"This Lord has a mission of his own. I'll arrive in Qiong Luo in three hours. I hope you'll still be alive by then."
With that, the water mirror shattered.
"I wonder where Yang Fujì is now. One more person would mean one more helping hand."
The Yuan Emperor beside him looked up at the sky and couldn't help taking a deep breath. He had already staked everything on this mission, and now this unexpected turn of events threatened to wipe out a millennium of hard work in a single stroke.
The middle-aged man in a dragon robe stood silently at a distance. His relationship with the other three was not particularly good, and the Giant Spirit King's death had put him in an