Not only had Su Qian's heart sunk, but Xiao Yan felt the same, filled with both regret and helplessness.
"Old Yao, it looks like the plan has to be moved up. I only hope the Inner Academy suffers fewer losses this time," Xiao Yan said helplessly.
"Ah... plans can't keep up with changes. You don't need to blame yourself. Just do your best to protect the Inner Academy later," Old Yao comforted him.
In Maple City's forbidden grounds, at Han Feng's residence, Han Feng was absorbed in the prescription in his hands. With no distractions in his mind, he looked utterly focused.
In the quiet stillness, Han Feng, who had been lowering his head, suddenly looked up. His sharp gaze shot toward the distant northern horizon, where he sensed a strange energy fluctuation that felt faintly familiar.
"This is the fluctuation of a Heavenly Flame. The direction is Jia Nan Academy. Haha... Jia Nan Academy really does have a Heavenly Flame. Cough, cough..." Han Feng's excitement threw the Dou Qi within his body into disorder. Only after rubbing his chest and calming himself did he mutter, "Old man, couldn't you have just given me the Burning Art directly? My talent for alchemy is far greater than yours."
"Han Beng!"
Han Feng abruptly turned around and called out in a low voice.
The instant his voice fell, a ghostlike figure flashed out and appeared inside the bamboo house. Kneeling on one knee, he spoke in a hoarse yet respectful voice, "What are your orders, Master?"
"Take these tokens and notify the Earth Flame Sect, the Eight Fan Gate, and the Blood Sect. Also... have their sect leaders arrive in Maple City within two hours. Tell them that the thing I had them prepare for in advance is happening now. In addition,