"Don't report to me. Are you blind? Can't you see the Sacred Land's Second Holy Son is here?"
Bai Ying placed particular emphasis on the words "Second Holy Son." He did not turn around, his tone contemptuous.
"Holy Son, you should make the decision."
"Well..."
Qian Yuhuang's heart lurched in alarm, but he forced himself to remain calm.
"How many people do we still have available?"
"Reporting to the Holy Son, including the nearby affiliated sects and tribes, we can muster roughly three million. Ancestor Qingyun also has an army of five million guarding the Jialan Embankment Wall. Do you think we should ask the army to return to the sect..."
The messenger reported timidly, counting every last force they could still use.
"Go! We can't even hold the sect anymore! What use is guarding that Jialan Embankment Wall? Recall Xie Qingyun immediately!"
Suddenly, Qian Yuquan shouted hysterically. The messenger hurried away with his orders, his heart already cold as dead ashes.
Watching Qian Yuquan pace anxiously back and forth through the hall, Bai Ying was deeply displeased.
"Ancestor Bai Ying, why don't we retreat to the Venerable Domain? The Sacred Land will certainly send an army to reclaim Eastern Ridge. Then we can wipe away this humiliation!"
Whatever happened, staying alive mattered most. As long as he lived, there was a chance to turn the tables. Having occupied the lofty position of Holy Son for many years, Qian Yuquan valued his life above all else.
"Holy Son, how can you be so foolish? Leaving aside how you would be treated if you fled back to the Sacred Land in defeat, do you think the two of us can still get away with our abilities?"
His heart lurched. Qian Yuquan lost all strength and collapsed, his limbs sprawling limply and