Chen Rong returned to the quiet room where she usually cultivated, intending to study the Supreme Clarity Treasure Register. But she could not focus.
She sighed and took out a pair of small wooden carvings.
"Young Master Lu, I wonder where you are now. Have you run into those fiends from the Black Heaven Cult...?"
It had become a habit of hers. Whenever she felt mentally exhausted and unable to go on, she would take out the carvings and confide in "Lu Wang."
The carvings had never responded before. That meant the other pair was beyond their range.
Chen Rong knew it was pointless. Lu Wang was unlikely to appear, and even if he did, could he really resolve the Supreme Clarity Sect's predicament?
At Sword-Test Valley, Lu Wang had turned the tide because the Black Heaven Cult had used the Soul Refining Formation to restrain the experts of the righteous sects. Lu Wang happened to gain control of one of the cult's elders and broke the formation, freeing the experts' imprisoned Origin Force. The cult's fiends had naturally fled without a fight.
Lu Wang's true strength was not above her own.
This time, the Black Heaven Cult had invaded in force with more than a thousand followers. An army of Giant Savage Soldiers supplied by a mysterious power was also waiting to strike. Even if Grand Elder Chen Zhihe returned, he would struggle to break the deadlock. Destroying a formation or two would not be enough for Lu Wang to turn things around.
Chen Rong confided in the carving only to ease the pressure on her mind. It was an inanimate object, after all. No one would see her show such weakness.
If she actually faced Lu Wang, she might not dare to say any of it.
Suddenly, the