The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Within the large array, Zou Qi stared into Luo Fu's eyes, seeming to discern if he was lying, but he couldn't make out anything.
"You are not running away? Then I won't be polite!" Luo Fu said smilingly, lifting his hand and swinging it forward, the words "Start work!" lightly falling from his lips.
Behind him, multicolored lights burst forth, landing on the protective array of the Sky Supporting Sect and creating ripples upon it.
The Sky Supporting Sect had stood for many years, facing numerous large and small crises, but never had it faced an unsolvable situation like today.
With a quasi-flood dragon assaulting from the front and Silver Light Island attacking from behind, the cultivators of Sky Supporting Sect saw not a glimmer of hope.
"Brother, let's retreat," Yuu Hongbao, standing next to Zou Qi, spoke softly.