June 6, drying the swords

Bai Suzhen knew a lot of things. She had a different position from the elders of the Sword Pavilion, so she shared quite different views.

Han Muye listened and thought himself.

The Southern Wasteland's invasion of the Western Frontier was a dangerous situation for the various large sects.

However, to many small sects and many experts below the Core Formation realm, it was a chance to rise.

It was just like how the Nine Mystic Sword Sect fought with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. It was inevitable for low-level disciples to be injured. Among them, there would definitely be many who killed their way out and became experts.

"Senior Brother Han, you have to recover quickly."

Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye as if she was looking at a pile of supreme-grade spiritual rocks, her eyes shining.

"Within three months, the various sects will send experts to Fengshou Mountain to guard it. The low-level disciples will be allowed to cultivate freely."