Outside Sishui Pass, in the Xiqi Army's camp.
Jiang Ziya and the others brimmed with confidence and excitement as they looked at Daoist Lu Ya, whom the Chan Sect's sage, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, had sent.
Of course they knew how powerful Lu Ya was!
They understood even better what his intervention meant: he was a deadly weapon the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had prepared specifically to wipe out large numbers of outstanding Interception Sect disciples.
Although they had no idea what benefits the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had promised him.
As long as Lu Ya was willing to help the Chan Sect, that alone was enough.
They had even quietly begun preparing to celebrate that evening.
Yet none of them had expected the Interception Sect to hang up a truce placard!
What was going on?
Everyone stared at the scene before them in bewilderment.
They had been so full of swagger before, and now Wen Zhong had even brought the Yin Shang Army here himself. Hadn't they come to launch a decisive attack on Xiqi in one great push?
Why, now that Xiqi had made its move, had Yin Shang started acting like turtles hiding their heads in their shells?
Had they recognized Daoist Lu Ya's strength?
But that was impossible. According to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, Lu Ya rarely traveled the Primordial Lands, and even the name Lu Ya was an alias.
Under those circumstances, how could the Interception Sect disciples possibly know Daoist Lu Ya's true origins?
Jiang Ziya's heart jolted, and an ominous feeling instantly rose within him.
He could not explain why he felt that way, but instinctively, he still sensed that something momentous might truly be about to happen.
Yet however helpless Jiang Ziya felt about the situation before him, he had no good solution.
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