But now, after planning for over a hundred years, when they were only one step from the finish line, everything had gone to waste.
Zhao Mingyuan was truly unwilling to give up just like that.
"For now, we can retreat, but we can spread word of Su Shi'er's return to the Demon Shadow Palace. Given how much the Demon Shadow Palace hates that brat, they will never simply do nothing."
"Although the Golden Cicada Temple and Wuji Sect have been destroyed, there must be no shortage of powerful cultivators who escaped from the two sects. They will very likely seek help from the Phantom Star Sect, which survived intact."
"If we can make the Phantom Star Sect and Demon Shadow Palace clash again, we can use the opportunity to wear down both sides' living strength. That may not be a bad thing for the dynasty!"
Sun Wenzhu spoke rapidly, continuing to explain and weigh the pros and cons for Zhao Mingyuan.
Hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan drew a deep breath. Only then did some color return to his ugly face. He forced himself to calm down, knowing the situation could not be salvaged and no longer wasting time as he nodded.
"What you said is not without merit. Have everyone withdraw!"
After saying that, Zhao Mingyuan's body trembled slightly, unable to conceal his utter exhaustion.
Then, with a flash of his figure, he turned into a streak of light and flew back toward the luxurious flying vessel behind him.
At the same time, as the Great Zhao Dynasty's people successively flew back to the thirteen flying vessels, Zhao Jingfeng's voice rang out from halfway up the Phantom Star Sect's mountainside.
"Su Shi'er, I truly never expected you to have hidden yourself so deeply. Still less did I expect that, with your