“Everyone, now that we have taken off our masks in violation of the regulations, that means we’re in the same boat. If we don’t unite, we’ll be condemned by the heavens. We must think of a way to save our family members and disciples. We’ve been serving Lord Tanner of Evil Heart Sect discreetly for the past decades, but in the end, we’re nothing but pawns. Skylar is now using our disciples as his resources for cultivation. He has crossed the line!” Quindon’s expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
“What do you think we should do, Mr. Yuchamore? We’re willing to obey your orders. As cultivators, we should abandon all worldly emotions and desires, but we’re still humans. We can’t sit on our hands when our family members and disciples are in trouble,” Angus, the leader of Violet Fulmina Sect of the Gate of Earth’s secret realm, uttered.
“That’s right. We’ll heed your orders, Mr. Yuchamore. After all, none of us is as strong as the Yuchamore family,” one of the purple-robed emissaries chimed in.
Suddenly, Windmist, the leader of Windmoon Valley of Gate of Mountain’s secret realm, suggested, “I think it’s going to be tough for the few of us to rescue our families and disciples. We don’t know how strong Lord Tanner is, and I doubt we’re strong enough to take him on! Should we link up with someone else to take Evil Heart Sect down? If we do that, perhaps we’ll have a higher chance of winning.”
“Who do you have in mind, Mr. Windmist? Quindon asked.
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