When Liu Changxu stepped out of his seclusion chamber, he found his Senior Sister Su Jinxiu, whom he had not seen in a long time, in the first-floor sitting room of Xin Yue Tower.
Su Jinxiu was as beautiful as ever, but her bearing had quietly changed, gaining a touch of martial spirit.
She was chatting with Li Zhenxin, the other three women, and the children. Their occasional bursts of cheerful laughter made it clear that they were enjoying themselves.
"Junior Brother, you're finally out of seclusion! Are you ready?"
Su Jinxiu asked with a bright smile.
"More or less! Did you just get back to the sect, Senior Sister?"
Liu Changxu asked.
"Yes! I just finished my assignment and returned to the sect. When I heard your whole household was here, I hurried over to see my little martial nephews and nieces. I haven't even been home yet!"
Su Jinxiu said with a smile.
"You won't have to join this campaign, will you, Senior Sister?"
Liu Changxu asked.
"That's right! Since I just completed this sect assignment, I don't have to take part in this war. You must be careful when you go, Junior Brother! I heard that the other sects in the northern Zhao Kingdom have already made their moves, sending people to provide support! The fighting has become a war of attrition, and the sect cultivators who joined early on have suffered heavy casualties. Apart from the two of us, all our other senior brothers and sisters have gone to the battlefield. I wonder how they're doing now."
Su Jinxiu said worriedly.
"Senior Sister, wasn't this battle supposed to be fought mainly between the Spirit Transformation patriarchs? Why are they deploying so many Foundation Establishment Cultivators?"
Li Zhenxin asked in confusion.
"I don't know why the sect