The female cultivator's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Ripples stirred in her Almond Eyes, revealing that the worry in her heart had yet to fade.
Setting aside the prejudice she had formed earlier out of dissatisfaction with Su Shi'er,
she knew even more clearly what was most beneficial to the Ancient Immortal Sect at this moment.
"What the two Martial Sisters said is not without reason. To receive Senior Tianshan's full support this time is already an immense blessing for our Ancient Immortal Sect!"
"As for whether we can ultimately survive this calamity, we can only do all that man can and leave the rest to Heavenly Mandate!"
"There is no need for us to worry about setting up the formation for now. However, the sect's affairs truly need to be managed properly. Now that Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi has recovered, many of the Spirit Fields and medicinal fields destroyed in the past must also be restored..."
Lin Hezhuo nodded lightly. Compared to those beside him, he remained calm.
He held neither hopeful expectation nor joy for the future, nor did he worry over the difficulties of their present situation.
All he had was composed judgment and utterly rational arrangements.
Yet, just as Lin Hezhuo was assigning everyone tasks to manage the sect's affairs,
before he could finish speaking, a startled cry suddenly rang out beside him.
"Th-that... what is that?"
The voice came from the youngest cultivator among them, who was surnamed Jiang.
As he spoke, the cultivator surnamed Jiang pointed into the distance.
Everyone followed the sound and looked over at once, their pupils violently contracting.
They saw a raging wind sweeping up yellow sand that filled the skies over the boundless sea of sand, forming a sandstorm that blanketed hundreds of miles and rolled in, blotting out