626 Call For Aid

"Are you certain your scrying is accurate?" a concerned voice asked, the question lightly echoing within the chamber a group of cultivators, men and women, young and old, sat within. A massive round table rested in the middle of the chamber, with dozens of seats surrounding it. Upon each seat sat a powerful Elder of the Honorable Alliance, their robes and armor the different colors of the various sects and clans that made up the alliance. 

"Do you think I would give such a grave warning if I was not certain," the Heaven Scrying Sect elder who had brought the warning replied.

"Daoist Clearview's scrying's have never led us astray before," another member of the group spoke up, her voice feminine but firm. "This matter is too important to ignore. We must do something about it."