The Courtyard Held Back Wind and Rain

The red-robed youth spoke slowly.

"The four clans have seven Golden Core Realm cultivators in all. The Cangyu Sect, Snowmoon Wolf Clan, and Rending Wind Clan each have one cultivator at the late Golden Core Realm.

"That was our earlier information. I'll go over myself shortly to investigate and confirm it."

"Martial Uncle, have you decided to fight them?"

Lin Xinghe was startled by the red-robed youth's words. Before the Holy Devil Palace declared its position, the four clans had pressed them harder and harder, but as long as he personally escorted the larger transactions, there would be no trouble for the time being.

Falling Star Valley could still survive.

The white-robed elder called Xingming showed no surprise. He knew his martial uncle's temper far better than his junior martial brother did.

Since their master had died early, Xingming had handled almost all of Lin Xinghe's instruction. Lin Xinghe had had far less contact with their martial uncle.

In that battle, their martial uncle had radiated murderous intent and slaughtered the opposing sect to the last person before returning with their gravely wounded master. Xingming could never forget the blood-soaked aura that had rushed toward him.

"What? You think we should keep waiting? All these years, you've shouldered an entire sect alone, treading as though on thin ice. But you can't lose your will to fight.

"At this rate, the disciples' morale will collapse in less than a month. And they won't give us much more time.

"Look how far they've pushed you in just a few months. Do you still think they're simply waiting for the Holy Devil Palace's position?"

The red-robed youth's robe suddenly stirred without a breeze. Waves of heat surged around him, though he held them within three inches of his skin.

"Xinghe, you've contacted the