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When Ji Yuan heard the news, he was brewing spirit tea for Li Changhe.

Was he shocked?

Panicked?

Neither.

Hua Yaoyue had told him as soon as he returned from Black Dragon Island: once Shangxi learned its plot had been exposed, it would throw everything it had into the attack.

So this day had always been bound to come.

He just had not expected it so soon.

Li Changhe had brought the news from Shang Mountain. That meant the Demonic Cultivators of Shangxi had already been gathering when he left.

Doesn't that mean the attack has already begun?

Ji Yuan instinctively glanced west.

"Since it's come to this, Brother Li, have some hot tea first."

Li Changhe took the spirit tea, drained it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and held out the cup again. "Another."

The tea helped Li Changhe settle a little.

He cast a spell over himself, and the dust of his journey vanished like smoke. Then he swallowed a Cultivation Pill, restoring his weary spirits.

The bearing of the Li Family's eldest young master returned. Resting his hands on his thighs, he leaned forward slightly and fixed his gaze on Ji Yuan.

"I'll be honest with you, Brother Ji. The Li Family and the other Nascent Soul Aristocratic Clans all agree: Shang Mountain won't hold, and neither will the Six Immortal Sects. Martial Aunt Wangyou can probably see it too. Ask her what she plans to do. It's time to think of yourselves."

What does Master plan to do? She's a Nascent Soul Cultivator. I hardly need to worry about her.

"Uncle Li asked you to bring this up, didn't he?"

"Yes. My father said that if Martial Aunt Wangyou has nowhere else to go, she can come to our Alchemy Workshop. If fighting breaks out,