"Indeed, this old man did not ask!" Qian Mo said solemnly. "Qian only checked the whereabouts of a few Golden Core disciples, then used a secret technique to contact the sect..."
"Mm, thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Qian!" Heng Ming nodded. "There truly has been no news from Seven Absolute Ridge. Even Flowing Ice Valley has sent no word!"
"Alas, Fellow Daoist Heng Ming, our Daoist sects' methods of communication are far too backward!" Qian Mo sighed. "Even communication between Xuntian City and the sects... is fixed in place. Our disciples have gone as far as Huan Country to wage war, yet we have no way of promptly grasping their whereabouts!"
Heng Ming gave a bitter smile and spread his hands. "Secret arts such as communication arrays were lost long ago on our Xiaoyu Continent. What can still be used now... are all remnants left behind from the past. Every sect and school has racked its brains, yet none have managed to recover these lost secret arts. Otherwise, in this great war, we would not have to remain so passive!"
Dexun, however, smiled. "Flowing Ice Valley and Seven Absolute Ridge are small places. We sent disciples from Thunder Control Sect, Huanhua Sect, Mosang Mountain, Yongyi Gate, as well as Joyful Sect, Changbai Sect, and Qingfeng Valley. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Even if they were defeated, they could retreat calmly and proceed according to the prior plan in secret! If they had... been completely wiped out, then there would be no later plan. News should already have come from the second group of disciples!"
"Hehe, that should be the case!" Qian Mo nodded. After all, he had returned from Prison Dragon Ridge and had not seen any defeated Thunder Control Sect disciples.
At this moment, ripples flickered again