"No winner, no end to the magical duel!"
The Seventh Legion cultivator left the gardens and returned to the Seventh Legion's base to relay the news to the big shots.
The Seventh Legion's base was a simple adobe house. Because soil was scarce, the houses here were cramped and narrow.
The leaders of the First Legion, Second Legion, and the others were all listening quietly here.
"Fellow Daoist Ying said she invited some helpers. They'll arrive tomorrow."
The First Legion commander was also a woman.
Only, this woman stood over three meters tall, with a shaved head and muscles more terrifying than a man's.
She sat on the ground and said, "Ying Jiaren has friends?"
"Does anyone know her friends?"
The Third Legion commander took out a little notebook and leafed through it. "Ying Jiaren came from the Drowning Dao Lower Court in a remote region. After coming to the Far Northern Land, the only Dao Seal Cultivators she met were the original members of the Ninth Legion."
"And the Ninth Legion members would never help her in a magical duel."
"The only people she can rely on are cultivators from the Drowning Dao Lower Court."
At these words, the legion commanders laughed. "Friends from the Drowning Dao Lower Court? What abilities could people from a place like that have?"
"They probably don't even have many Dao Seal Cultivators."
"Even if they have Dao Seal Cultivators, how many could there be? Three or five? Heh, three or five more or fewer makes no difference to us."
But the First Legion commander frowned. "Everyone, don't be careless."
"If the Drowning Dao Lower Court could nurture Fellow Daoist Ying, it might have nurtured another cultivator her equal."
"Investigate carefully and see whether that Drowning Dao Lower Court has any outstanding cultivators. If