"Cheyun, quickly... issue the order to retreat..." Young Master Zhu cried out almost without thinking as tears fell from his eyes.
"Young Master, go!" Zhu Cheyun was even more decisive. He grabbed Young Master Zhu's arm and forcibly hoisted him up, preparing to flee to the rear.
"No!" Young Master Zhu roared, struggling. "Issue the order! These are the last elite forces of my Zhu family!"
"What retreat order is there?" Zhu Cheyun roared even louder, laying bare the truth in a single sentence. "Young Master, tonight there is only forward—there is no retreat!"
"This... this..." Young Master Zhu was stunned. In an instant, a look of dawning realization filled his eyes! What Xian Lao had told him... had been nothing but a glossed-over version of the truth!
Just then, a wave like divine sense swept over them, followed by a faint voice that rang beside Zhu Cheyun and the others' ears. "Oh? I wondered who it was. So it is Young Master Zhu Xiang of the Zhu family. You truly refuse to give up. Since you have come, you have saved this general the trouble of..."
Unfortunately, before General Hao Hu could finish, an even more immense divine sense, more surging than ocean tides, crashed over and shattered that wave into fragments!
A misty voice echoed throughout the mountain range. "Eh? Why is Qianyu Mountain so lively? Is it welcoming this Xiao?"
In the distant sky, a ball of light brighter and purer than the crescent moon flew over like a meteor. A heavenly horse of incomparable holiness fluttered its luminous wings, drawing a flying carriage into everyone's sight!
Within that radiance stood a tall, lean cultivator in a Taoist robe, his lapels billowing and his hair flying, like an immortal descending from beyond the heavens!
"All officers, heed