Since the three sects dared to attack their mountain gate, they must have prepared hidden trump cards. At the very least, they had some confidence of success.
They might even have a Nascent Soul old monster intervene.
Whenever he thought of this, waves of dread swept through True Person Qingwei. His mind wandered, and he could neither eat nor sleep in peace.
Even as a Golden Core Cultivator, he felt not the slightest sense of security.
He feared dying and having his Dao extinguished.
Even more, he feared that the White Cloud Temple's lineage would end here!
The thunderous booms outside sounded like music played before death, only deepening his unease.
"R-reporting to Martial Uncle Qingwei."
Just then, a Foundation Establishment disciple ran over, his expression frantic and his face full of panic.
Though inwardly uneasy, True Person Qingwei did not show it.
He knew that he was now the man in charge of the White Cloud Temple.
Everyone else, from top to bottom, could fall into disarray. He alone could not.
"What kind of conduct is this, running about in a panic?!"
"What is it? Speak."
True Person Qingwei frowned and reprimanded him.
"Reporting to Martial Uncle, the... the Patriarch Hall..."
The Foundation Establishment disciple stammered out a shocking piece of news!
The reprimand did not calm him. Instead, he grew even more terrified.
"What?!"
True Person Qingwei's eyes widened, and he cried out in disbelief.
No longer able to spare any attention for the situation on Cloudreach Mountain, he immediately ordered another Golden Core Cultivator to take charge of the defenses, then hurried to the Patriarch Hall with the Foundation Establishment disciple who had brought the news.
The Patriarch Hall was one of a sect's most solemn and sacred places, holding extraordinary significance. The White Cloud Temple was