After confirming Xiao Yi Xian's stance, Venerable Wind did not try to persuade her further. After all, he was not Xiao Yan; he could not change her mind in so little time.
Starfall Pavilion's protective formation was still holding back the allied forces of Ice River Valley, and Venerable Wind seized the chance to issue one order after another. The formation would fail sooner or later; they had to prepare. The gap between the two sides' strongest fighters was vast, but the gap between their ordinary disciples was greater still. Starfall Pavilion had to face the combined forces of Ice River Valley, Wind Lightning Pavilion, and Yellow Spring Pavilion alone.
Among ordinary disciples, Ice River Valley alone outmatched Starfall Pavilion. Venerable Wind glanced toward the Heavenly Luan Clan. He no longer knew whether he should pray for Xiao Yan to arrive. He knew his old friend would probably come with Xiao Yan, but could Mu Xinyuan change any of this?
The speed of the Heavenly Luan Clan's Luan Wind Ten Thousand Miles far exceeded Xiao Yan's imagination. Even with his current strength, he could not make out the scenery flashing past.
Traveling at such speed placed a tremendous burden on the body. Even the Heavenly Luan Clan's Dou Zun experts could only protect themselves. Mu Yaoyin was much stronger, but even she could shield only one more person.
Throughout the journey, Mu Yaoyin had not even asked Xiao Yan exactly whom they were facing. It showed how completely she trusted him. If the situation had not been so urgent, Xiao Yan truly would have given serious thought to the Heavenly Luan Clan's offer to acknowledge him as their master.
But the situation was far worse than Xiao Yan had imagined. With only half an hour left before they reached