"They seem to be in trouble!"
At the same moment that Lian Yi suddenly charged into the battlefield and overpowered everyone, Fang Qianyuan, who had been following at an unhurried pace over a thousand li behind to protect the Eight Geniuses in secret, also noticed something wrong. So did Elder Long, who had been accompanying Fang Qianyuan on his travels to fulfill his duty as an instructor.
The sect had many means of secretly protecting these promising seeds. Besides the assurance provided by powerful figures like Fang Qianyuan, there were reports from spies on the front lines and messages transmitted through magic treasures.
But shortly before, the signals from the front had suddenly vanished, and the special pearls representing the Eight Geniuses' vitality had dimmed.
The two pearls representing Fang Lian and Zhou Rushan, in particular, had even begun to crack.
"They are indeed in trouble, but don't panic. Our first priority is to reach the battlefield," Elder Long said calmly with a sigh.
With his wealth of experience, he had long since grown accustomed to such things.
Beyond the Eight Geniuses, the sect had secretly protected countless talents. Even Fang Qianyuan himself had once enjoyed such treatment.
But as the saying went, unforeseen storms could rise in the heavens, and fortune or calamity could strike a person overnight. Many sudden developments were impossible to predict, and even the most detailed intelligence and meticulous protection inevitably had gaps.
Talents like the Eight Geniuses, especially, needed the brutal tempering of real combat, not the exhaustive care given to an infant.
Although Fang Qianyuan was responsible for protecting them in secret, strictly speaking, the sect had never set any standards concerning deaths or injuries among those he protected. Such matters had never had standards to begin with.
There had even been a