"However, the Devil Race is now actively plotting to seize and destroy the sixth-grade Spirit Veins controlled by the various factions."
"Though we do not yet know their purpose in targeting the Spirit Veins, preserving them means disrupting the Devil Race's plan. That much is beyond doubt."
"With Fellow Daoist Yun's current condition, if he were caught up to, I fear he would lack the strength to keep Heavenly Capital's Spirit Vein safe."
"If possible, Su hopes Fellow Daoist Yun can temporarily hand over the Spirit Vein."
Speaking again, Su Shi'er directly brought up the Heavenly Capital Spirit Vein under Yun Chuan's control.
His tone was somewhat sharp, making no effort to conceal his doubts regarding Yun Chuan's current capabilities.
"So... Fellow Daoist Su saved me for the Spirit Vein in my possession as well!"
"But this Spirit Vein belongs to Heavenly Capital. Within it is the unique Heavenly Capital imprint left behind by the Prefect Lord of Tiandu. If Fellow Daoist Su wishes to seize the Spirit Vein, you had best consider the consequences carefully."
"Provoking Heavenly Capital will not only bring trouble upon yourself, but may also spark a war between your Yun Ge Sect and Heavenly Capital!"
Yun Chuan's heart skipped a beat. His expression then darkened, and his tone turned hostile.
At his peak, he might still have been able to fight Su Shi'er.
But at this moment, while his injuries might not have been as severe as he had claimed, they were far from light.
Fighting Su Shi'er was simply unrealistic.
Not to mention Mu Yingluo beside him, who was likewise a First Tribulation Loose Immortal.
From the way the two spoke, it was obvious that they shared a deep friendship.
"Fellow Daoist Yun has misunderstood Su's meaning. I only wish for you to hand