The woman in fitted attire wore no expression, her demeanor utterly indifferent.
"No matter what, there is always a sliver of hope. As long as there is hope, even the slightest bit, we must do everything we can!"
The white-haired old man nodded. "It is strange indeed. Today, quite a number of cultivators with astonishing cultivation levels have suddenly arrived in the Hundred Thousand Mines."
"They have been heading downward all the way, seemingly bound for that place."
The white-haired old man continued, his brows knitting tighter and tighter as he spoke.
The woman in fitted attire said calmly, "Rest assured. Though those cultivators possess formidable cultivation, they are still not strong enough to enter that place."
The white-haired old man said with a worried face, "That may be true, but the power of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land's cultivators must not be underestimated either. What if... they truly stir the power within? Would that not inflict even greater harm upon our Night Clan?"
After a brief moment of thought, the woman in fitted attire said, "The calamities that have tormented the Night Clan for thousands of years are inextricably tied to that power. If cultivators from the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land can truly reach that power, it may not necessarily be a bad thing. Perhaps... they might even help us remove this calamity?"
The white-haired old man nodded, his eyes rolling as his thoughts abruptly came alive.
"Indeed! Then... should we find a way to contact them and lend them a hand? Even if they cannot resolve the Night Clan's calamity, taking this chance to build goodwill with the various forces of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land would not be a bad thing for us, would it?"
As he spoke again, he immediately put forth the suggestion.
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