Qian Fengming took a deep draught of wine and let out a long breath.
"You weren't entirely foolish. A pity your original body died and your avatar is of little use. But don't lose heart. Your eldest brother Yu Huang was also gravely wounded and teleported back to the Sacred Land using a fixed destination."
At Qian Fengming's words, Qian Yuquan was overjoyed, and hope immediately rose in his heart again.
"Jingnian, ah, Jingnian. Who would have thought you were so extraordinary?"
Qian Fengming murmured again, feeling somewhat nostalgic. He had learned Qian Jingnian's true identity, but whether he was Qian Jingnian, Xuan Jingnian, or Mu Bai, what difference did it make to him?
"Return to the Sacred Land. At least you can keep your life. How long you manage to live after that will depend on your own abilities."
"No, Uncle. Your nephew fought in the Eastern Ridge for nearly ten years. A moment's folly in listening to Xie Qingyun's clumsy scheme led to our army's defeat. I cannot accept it. Please allow me to stay here and help you unite the Eastern Ridge and the Southern Marsh!"
"Since you've said that much, don't blame your uncle for failing to look out for you. They've already headed north, presumably to join forces with the Demon Spirit Hall in the Silver Frost Forest. Do you still dare fight them?"
"We await your orders, Uncle!"
"We await the commands of the supreme Sub-Saint!"
Qian Yuquan and everyone ranked elder or above in the Kunling Sect voiced their obedience in unison.
"I cannot bear to lead you to your deaths, either. Let us wait for the Sacred Land to send another Grand Elder."
Qian Fengming kept shaking his head. He knew what a forbidden ground the Demon Spirit Hall in the Silver