Wen Wangcai said hurriedly, "Third Young Master, Brightlight City sent word that a large army is approaching their border. Its target is very likely Huaxia City."
"When did this happen?" Wenlong asked gravely. Inwardly, he thought, Anyone who dares provoke Huaxia City will get more than they can stomach-and have to carry the rest home.
"Last night. Brightlight City's scouts rushed back through the night to deliver the news." Wen Wangcai was rather nervous. After all, he was Brightlight City's defending commander.
"Let's go to the Sect and see what they've decided." Wenlong strode off, and Wen Wangcai hurried after him.
In the Sect's meeting hall, Sect Master Wen Tiancheng had been listening to the elders' opinions and discussions.
He had not said a word or interrupted their discussion. He glanced at Wen Ji again and saw him deep in thought, his head lowered.
Only after a long while did he speak, bringing the elders' heated discussion to a halt. "Wen Ji, what do you think of this?"
Hearing the Sect Master call on him, Wen Ji no longer dared remain silent. "Well, in my view, they're coming for us. After all, they suffered a defeat here and lost face for the imperial family."
Seeing the Sect Master nod slightly, he continued, "I've already told Uncle Tiancheng to defend the city strictly and not go outside to engage them. We're also recruiting another two thousand troops and will finish equipping them as soon as possible."
Suddenly, applause sounded outside the door, followed by a voice. "Good, good, good. Those arrangements are quite sound. But I have no intention of sitting here waiting to die. I'll take a few people and go meet them first."
The newcomer was Wenlong. As soon as he entered, he greeted everyone. "Father, uncles, aunts, I