"Actually, we can't blame this defeat entirely on the leaders at the front for being careless and failing to guard against the enemy's tricks."
"A traitor emerged among our Seven Sects! While Spirit Beast Mountain was on guard duty, its people secretly opened the Grand Formation outside and let the Demonic Path forces in. That was what led to this crushing defeat!"
As Old Monster Linghu spoke, anger crept onto his face.
Only then did the assembled cultivators understand. They immediately began cursing the cultivators of Spirit Beast Mountain, and the gathering descended into disorder again.
"Enough. What good does talking about that do now? The enemy outmaneuvered us, and we can only admit defeat. What matters most now is keeping our sect from being wiped out."
"You must understand that the surviving cultivators at the front can buy us two or three days at most. We must evacuate the Yue Kingdom as soon as possible."
Old Monster Linghu spoke with extraordinary composure.
"Evacuate the Yue Kingdom?"
No one spoke. They all seemed stunned!
For these cultivators born and raised in the Yue Kingdom, leaving their homeland was simply too hard to accept. For a time, no one voiced support for Old Monster Linghu's words.
"What? Can't bear to leave?"
Old Monster Linghu spoke calmly, without the slightest alarm, as though he had anticipated this reaction.
"Ancestor, even if you and the other Nascent Soul Stage seniors intervene, can't you drive back the Demonic Path?"
At last, a young man of around thirty asked hesitantly.
"Of course we can. If we old fellows joined forces, we could easily wipe out the demonic cultivators facing you."
Old Monster Linghu answered without hesitation.
"Then why would you..."
"But don't forget: given the reputation of the Six Demonic Sects, how could they have