Bai Zao's voice was soft and her expression gentle, but her companions listened attentively and patiently, clearly convinced.
Even Yao Songshan was no exception.
The members of this team were fairly ordinary in cultivation and strength. Apart from Bai Zao, Yao Songshan was the strongest.
They had no supreme fighting force like Luo Huainan, nor a killing god like Tonglu, or Guo Nanshan and Gu Han in previous years, yet their results in the Dao Battle were outstanding. Far away at the West Mountain Residence, their painting of Treading Through Blood in Search of Plum Blossoms was already more than half complete, and had even earned the Zen Child's praise.
Bai Zao's powers of calculation and command were exceptional, and the warmth and persuasiveness in her expression and words were enough to make all her companions trust her judgment.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be a born leader.
Her composure also calmed her companions, who had been somewhat unsettled by the news of the Iron Wire Worm, and they began setting up the formation.
Bai Zao raised her head and looked toward the silhouette of the mountains in the distance.
The cold wind rose again, sweeping up grains of snow that struck her white veil.
The female disciple of the Hanging Bell Sect asked with her eyes whether she should fetch a blanket.
Bai Zao smiled and shook her head to indicate there was no need, drawing her clothes tighter with both hands.
In truth, she was not as confident as she appeared.
That Kunlun disciple named Dai Yin had died too early.
But since the Dao Battle had not been halted, it probably was not a problem with a beast tide, and there would not be too much danger.
Then she remembered something. The corners of her