Listening to the True Lord below explain, Ye Lin nodded. The Backing Clan kept itself apart from worldly strife, and their numbers were small, as was their territory. Besides, they had plenty of top-tier experts.
Others went to war for resources and profit. What would you fight the Backing Clan for? That tiny patch of territory, or those few huge rocks?
That was why, even while the entire Eastern Continent was engulfed in war, the Backing Clan could remain so carefree. There was no helping it—no one was fighting them.
Only then did Ye Lin recall that the Backing Clan seemed to owe him a favor. The Backing Clan had few members, and the birth of each clansman was extraordinarily difficult.
Thus, even the promise of a Golden Core-stage Backing Clan member counted.
There was no helping it—they had too few people. Damn it, their entire race might produce only one new member in tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of years. They had no choice but to protect them.
"Since that is the case, how many True Lords do we currently have at the border?"
"Reporting to Sect Master, there are currently eight True Lords at the border. Five of them are from Nameless Mountain. Earlier, the five of them went to support the Human Race's five armies, but upon receiving your order, they each led their troops to Tianhe Prefecture."
After listening to the True Lord below, Ye Lin pondered for only a moment before making up his mind.
"Appoint these five True Lords as the temporary Five Great Marshals. Each True Lord will command an army of one hundred billion. Follow the plan from before and begin making arrangements."
"Oh, and tomorrow, I will personally head to the border."
As though he had suddenly recalled something,