After learning that the Eastern Origin Way had fallen, Mu Juan'an immediately grew restless and anxious.
If the Eastern Origin Way had surrendered to Celestial Xia, would the other Ways follow suit?
Even if they did not, the forces that had attacked and surrounded the Eastern Origin Way could be shifted here, placing even greater pressure on them.
He also realized that the Two Halls and the Upper Three Worlds would not come to save them. They were merely using them to buy time. If they continued fighting so desperately, no one in the Eastern Origin Way would survive.
He had to admit that Celestial Xia had indeed made the right move in cutting them off. They knew nothing of the situation outside. If the Eastern Origin Way had defected to Celestial Xia, would there be a second? A third?
The Eastern Origin Way had been taken so easily. With only the Upper Three Worlds and the Two Halls remaining, could they truly still hold them off?
In truth, having reached this point, even if Celestial Xia withdrew, Origin Xia would already be badly crippled. Celestial Xia could return again next time—would they still be able to stop them then?
His heart could not help but waver, but he quickly steadied himself. Yet he suddenly realized that even he had developed thoughts of retreat. There was no need to speak of the clan elders within the Way. Once this news spread, the people's hearts would certainly be shaken.
He raised the letter and asked, "Who else knows of this news?"
The clan elder responsible for communications said, "After receiving it, I brought it directly to you, Clan Head. Other than me, no one saw it along the way."
Mu Juan'an clenched his hand, reducing the entire letter to flying ash,