After another ten days or so, Zhang Xiaohu was sitting in the Council Hall, holding a teacup in his hand and gently blowing on the steam above it. His eyes were half-closed, staring slightly at the ground, unconsciously sipping the tea.
Since the expansion of the Piaomiao Sect to eleven halls, the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect saw their strength rising and were filled with hope. They eagerly cultivated while also strengthening their defenses, preparing for the attack from the Righteous Path Alliance.
However, according to the intelligence from the Divine Hall, everything was calm on the Righteous Peak of the Righteous Path Alliance, as if the counterattack of the Piaomiao Sect had never happened.