"Uncles, please make the trip yourselves."
Ximen Li pondered for a moment, then could only nod. He had to admit that Qin Shaofeng's reasoning made sense.
There were quite a few people in the Chasing Stars Sect who could be trusted.
But none of them could do what Ran Zun could—truly move without anyone knowing, like gods and ghosts. If they were discovered, they would go there alive and never return.
There were still Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts, but they could not all be dispatched.
"Sect Master, there's no need to worry too much. I have great faith in Ran Zun's Myriad Stars Chessboard. Even without the help of the two old ancestors, there shouldn't be too much of a problem," Qin Shaofeng said with a smile.
"I hope so!"
Ximen Li drew a deep breath.
He wanted to believe Qin Shaofeng, but believing did not mean he could stop worrying. That would be a joke.
After all, they were facing the most dangerous moment in the Chasing Stars Sect's history.
Not to mention the Four Symbols Sect moles that might exist within the sect.
If they were truly intercepted and killed halfway by the Four Symbols Sect, they would not have many chances at all. The Chasing Stars Sect's combat strength was simply far too weak.
After receiving Ximen Li's request, the two old ancestors, Ximen Yaoyang and Ximen Xinyue, immediately headed ahead.
Qin Shaofeng and Ximen Li had already made countless contingency preparations.
Yet they still did not dare let the convoy travel too slowly. Faster, faster.
Almost as soon as Qin Shaofeng said those words, Ximen Li would shout the same thing a short while later.
The convoy's speed continued to increase.
Even under such unceasing urging, its speed still failed to reach the expectations of