Mo Mei's decision to strengthen the Immortal City's defenses had indeed proved effective, but the pressure on the cultivator settlements surrounding it continued to mount.
The Demon Race seemed to have noticed as well. Rather than attacking the Immortal City directly, they intensified their assaults on the surrounding settlements.
Thus, for the next two years, Bright Moon Immortal City remained peaceful.
"Reporting to Senior Mo Mei: Panlong Fortress is in critical danger. The True Person stationed there has sent a plea for aid, saying frankly that they cannot hold out much longer."
"Golden Bamboo Market Ward, Tong Pass, and dozens of other outposts have also sent pleas for aid, urgently requesting reinforcements from the Immortal City."
"Senior Mo Mei, please decide how we should proceed."
Atop the gate tower, several people leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance while the visibly aged Golden Core city lord respectfully delivered his report.
"Everything will remain as before."
"You may leave."
Despite hearing one shocking casualty figure after another, True Lord Momei's expression did not change in the slightest. Without turning around, she spoke indifferently.
"Yes."
Not daring to say another word, the Golden Core city lord, who wanted only to coast through his days in peace, immediately withdrew respectfully.
Time had turned, and two years had already passed.
Without reinforcements from Bright Moon Immortal City, many settlements could barely hold on. Under the Demon Race's powerful offensive, grim news arrived from time to time.
Small and medium-sized settlements fell one after another, and even the large settlements teetered on the brink.
Every day, countless pleas for aid came pouring in, but Mo Mei turned a deaf ear to them.
Without her orders, the Immortal City's cultivators did not dare dispatch troops on their own.
These arrangements left many cultivators