The sky gradually darkened, nearing twilight.
Snow danced wildly across the heavens, falling heavier and heavier.
Mo Li's resolute words cut through the air like a knife, directly challenging the King of the North.
Cultivators from various sects looked on with disbelief painted on their faces. In this moment, Mo Li's declaration was no less impactful than the Sword Sect commanding ten thousand swords to annihilate a city, perhaps even more so!
That the South Emperor was in the Western Wasteland was an indisputable fact. As for what the South Emperor was up to, many present held high positions and had their suspicions about his actions.
Su Bei slightly lifted his head, the fallen snowflakes melting upon his cheeks. He took a deep breath, then discreetly patted the Sword Maiden beside him, who was staring wide-eyed at Mo Li, and whispered,
"Disciple, take your junior sister Zi Jun to the ferry at Xiashui Pass first. Your two senior sisters and I will meet you there shortly."
