Master Green Feather furrowed his brow and discreetly exchanged a glance with the Head of Treasure Pill Valley, who sat at the far end of the table.
The enemy was strong, and they were weak.
Fortunately, this was their sect's main headquarters.
If they called upon the legacy left by the founding ancestors, they might still be able to fight their opponents.
But even if they won, those people wouldn't let the matter rest.
The Mist Moon Immortal Palace would surely launch a full-scale attack afterward, leaving them with endless troubles.
But they had no choice now.
He couldn't back down.
How could the sect's disciples let their enemies humiliate and slaughter them at will?
And there was no way they could hand the Seed of Immortality over to the enemy.
At this point, they could only take things one step at a time.
"Alas, if only the Immortal Ancestor were here."
Master Green Feather sighed inwardly.
Over the past decade or so, their sect had faced crises several times, yet each time they had somehow escaped disaster in an unbelievable way.
Then there was his own experience in the Founder's Shrine.
All of this had convinced him that one of their ancestors was secretly protecting the sect.
Moreover, this ancestor's cultivation was extraordinarily high. Though he couldn't be certain, the ancestor was likely more than a Mahayana cultivator—perhaps even an immortal from legend.
That had given the Feathering Sect considerable confidence over the years.
Still, for all that, it was only a guess.
No one in the sect had ever seen this Immortal Ancestor. They had only heard the legends and witnessed the miracles he had left behind.
This time, he didn't know whether the ancestor would appear and help the sect through its troubles. But as the leader