The Stone Pavilion.
From a distance, Qin Hao saw four people sitting inside the Stone Pavilion.
They were Cool and Aloof Woman Xuan Sixteen, the scar-faced man Xuan Seventy-One, the cold man Xuan Fifty-Two, and the man holding a saber, Xuan Thirty-Two.
What surprised Qin Hao, however, was that none of the four were speaking when he arrived. They all seemed rather subdued.
The scar-faced Xuan Seventy-One, in particular, wore a rather grim expression.
"What's wrong?" Qin Hao stepped into the Stone Pavilion and asked in surprise. "Your Life-and-Death Missions are coming up. Why do you all look so downcast?"
Life-and-Death Missions were indeed dangerous.
But Qin Hao did not believe that Xuan Seventy-One and the others would fear them.
Having reached their level...
And cultivated in the Kindling Realm for so long...
They all understood their mission perfectly well.
Besides...
If they did not even dare undertake Life-and-Death Missions, what was the point of cultivating?
How would they lead the cultivators of the myriad races against the outer realm demon spirits in the future?
Cool and Aloof Woman Xuan Sixteen glanced at Qin Hao, hesitated, then let out a soft sigh.
Xuan Thirty-Two, who held a saber in his arms, also opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
The cold woman merely glanced at Qin Hao and shook her head without speaking.
At this, Qin Hao's heart sank, and his gaze fell on Xuan Seventy-One.
Xuan Seventy-One remained silent as well, his expression quite grim.
"What exactly happened?" Qin Hao frowned slightly.
"Thirty-Six, you really are slow to hear news from the outside world." At last, Xuan Fifty-Two spoke, giving a bitter laugh. "You don't know yet, do you? The outer realm demon spirits have conquered another two worlds."
"Countless True Gods