Mao Chunniang knew that Grandmaster Sikong Shitang had handled things in a rather eye-searing fashion.
After all, when the Corpse Ancestor rose to power back then, countless elders of the Gu Poison Sect had followed him, with countless opportunities and supplies stockpiled behind him, while he himself blazed like the midday sun. Yet Sikong Shitang had insisted on firmly supporting the Righteous Path. Although that had not wounded the Corpse Ancestor to the bone, it had wounded his heart.
Then, after the Corpse Ancestor had been defeated and imprisoned, with the whole world keeping him under strict guard, no supporters or resources left behind him, and his former cultivation vanished like passing clouds, Sikong Shitang had incited his son to release the Corpse Ancestor and overturn heaven and earth anew.
The Corpse Ancestor was currently a mere Sixth Grade small fry, a commander without a single soldier. What could he possibly use to contend against the entire Righteous Path?
But things had come to this, and Mao Chunniang could only respond sincerely, "Grandmaster truly did regret it in his old age. My master also gave everything to rescue you, Senior Uncle, exhausting Chi Dragon Cave's century of accumulated resources. All we have left now is what you see before you. I hope you can think of something and not let my master and our other fellow disciples have died for nothing."
Facing the current deadlock, Mo Hunsheng did not curse heaven or blame others. He rose from the Stone Coffin. "Having no friends or family is a good thing, too. At least I no longer need to consider old ties when I act. Pack up and prepare to come with me to the Western Regions. I left some contingencies there back then. Once we find them, founding a sect and