"Let this old woman speak of her thoughts first!" A refined female cultivator at the early Golden Core stage spoke gently. She was Ji Hong of the Cheng Ye Sect. "Although the war has only just begun, it already feels exceedingly chaotic. Sword cultivators are stirring up trouble everywhere, and their intentions cannot be seen clearly. This old woman believes it should be the same as the previous great wars. Once the sword cultivators have plundered some spirit stones, obtained some resources, and tempered a portion of their disciples, they will withdraw!"
"The problem is that they will need several years, perhaps even ten years, to temper themselves!" Yuan Zhongyu said with a bitter smile. "We are merely the vanguard sent ahead by our sects, meant to contain the sword cultivators' offensive. If the sword cultivators penetrate too deeply into Xi Kingdom and Lian Kingdom before our elders arrive, we will lose face! Our elders will also severely punish us!"
"Then kill them!" Li Jijie sneered. "Do sword cultivators not value their sword hearts? Then we shall use killing to halt killing!"
"Tut, tut, aren't we killing every day?" Cheng Ming of Ascension Gate smacked his lips. "If we are going to kill, we might as well line up and slaughter each other face-to-face. Why make things so complicated? You guess, I guess, and every day we rack our brains dry!"
Just then, another ripple of magical power arose in the center of the Council Hall. Yuan Zhongyu frowned at the sight and muttered, "Damn it, truly an eventful autumn. Could the sword cultivators have caused trouble again?"
As he spoke, Yuan Zhongyu pointed a finger, and a mirror surface appeared among them. The figures of Song Jie and Cui Hongshen emerged within it.
"Oh? Disciples of the Thunder Control