Ever since word arrived that Xuntian City had fallen, everyone had been muttering over this matter. Yet no one had ever raised it openly. They all knew it was a scalding taro, and Xunyunzi naturally would never make any decision. He could only let everyone discuss it.
Unfortunately, this was precisely the sort of major matter everyone wished to avoid. Who would speak first?
Under the orange-red lamplight, there was dead silence!
Seeing that no one spoke, Pan Dongmin sighed inwardly. He bowed and broke the stalemate. "What the senior uncles have said is indeed right! What Junior Sister Jiang said is also entirely correct! Although the matter Senior Uncle Xunyun raised is important, it is not yet urgent. This junior believes that now that the Sword Tomb has vanished, Xuntian City's natural barrier is gone. If the swordsmen of Huan Kingdom come in force to reinforce them, though we need not fear them, we will after all be attacked from within and without. We are already at a disadvantage, so... we must make a quick battle of it! Every extra day of delay brings another day of variables! Only by launching a thunderous strike against the sword cultivators can we turn the tide of battle!"
"Moreover, though Xuntian City is vast, not all the sword cultivators are necessarily within it. This junior believes they must be brewing an even greater war, preparing to join forces with the sword cultivators arriving from Huan Kingdom and strike at us. The fall of Xuntian City is not the end, but the beginning of a new great war! It is the beginning of their entire chain of plans."
No sooner had Pan Dongmin finished than Zhu Chenghe shook his head again. "This junior does not see it that way! The cultivators of our