"Senior Brother Yun!" Without waiting for Xunyunzi to speak, Fairy Xuanhua cried anxiously, "How is Xuntian City? What of the lives of my Thunder Control Sect's tens of thousands of disciples? Why have you not sent any word to my Thunder Control Sect for so long?"
Xunyunzi raised his head and gave Fairy Xuanhua a faint glance, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Ganlei Zi? Has he not emerged from seclusion yet?"
"The Sect Master has not emerged from seclusion!" Fairy Xuanhua's face reddened, yet her heart tightened as well.
"Ganlei Zi certainly knows how to hide away and enjoy leisure!" Xunyunzi still looked exhausted. Where did he resemble a late Nascent Soul cultivator?
"Senior Brother Yun, how exactly does the battle at Xuntian City stand?" Fairy Xuanhua asked helplessly.
"Alas, our Dao Sect suffered a crushing defeat!!!" Xunyunzi sighed. "Xuntian City has fallen into the hands of the sword cultivators! This Dao Sword Great Battle... is already over! The detailed battle report will be sent to every sect and school as soon as possible!"
"Ah???" Fairy Xuanhua was not the only one to cry out in disbelief. The entire Great Thunder Hall fell deathly silent. Everyone... looked at one another, their faces filled with utter incomprehension! Yes, although the Nascent Soul cultivators of Great Thunder Hall had already received news that Xuntian City had fallen, they had treated it only as news—merely news. No one had connected Xuntian City's fall with the Dao Sect's defeat! The Dao Sect's defeat... had seemed nothing more than some vague and ethereal legend. All the Nascent Soul cultivators in Great Thunder Hall had believed that before long, Dao Sect cultivators would retake Xuntian City. What they needed to consider was the safety of the Thunder Control Sect's disciples during the recapture