Chen Dengming glanced over.
He hadn't expected Elder Zuo, a Nascent Soul Complete Grand Elder, to have such a down-to-earth, unpretentious moment, and he could feel the care and kindness from the other party.
He shook his head, "I have never smoked in the mundane world, and I certainly won't start now. I'm fine.
Elder Zuo, you should tell me now, what exactly is the situation?"
Zuo Qiuling's expression was solemn, seemingly even more preoccupied than Chen Dengming.
He pinched his fingers to light his pipe with the Fireball Technique, took a puff himself, and exhaled smoke that seemed to soothe the spirit as he said gravely, "By the time we were aware of the situation, your Longevity Sect was already under attack.
You know, the original plan of our cultivator alliance was to go to war a month later, to assemble a host of Nascent Soul True Monarchs and a large army to take down the Bright Cloud Mountain Range, and then advance to the Northern Region.