As Whitebrow Ancestor spoke, he seemed to have attained a profound awakening. Then, suddenly, cold sweat drenched him, and he looked almost possessed.
After standing rigid for a while, he ignored the envoy and hurriedly shouted, "Back to the mountain!"
"Ancestor!" Zhu Hong and Liu Shitu were astonished, bewildered, and aggrieved. They could not understand why he had suddenly believed someone else's words and rashly changed his mind.
They had spent no small amount of effort running hither and thither over this matter.
But he was, after all, a Heaven-Tier Powerhouse, and his accumulated authority remained. However many doubts and grievances they harbored, they still obeyed.
Only after they had left the outskirts of the city and those three figures had vanished into the distance did Zhu Hong finally ask, "Ancestor, do you really believe they were sent by the Heavencrystal Snowfield?"
She felt that going back on their decision this time was hardly worth it. Quite apart from the manpower and resources they had already invested, they could easily offend the Night King and the others.
Had they obtained Venerable Fang's promise and some other benefits, perhaps there would have been something to weigh up. But the Ancestor had not even bothered to confirm their identities before ordering everyone home.
Why put themselves through this?
Whitebrow Ancestor smiled bitterly. "A moment's greed nearly led to a grave mistake! Do you think I truly care whether their identities are genuine? Their identities might be false, but their reasoning is certainly true. Eat only from a bowl your strength can support-that is the way to wisely preserve oneself. Such ambition may never let us stir the winds and clouds and become a true colossus, but carving out our own territory and ruling it is still possible. It is also the choice