After sharing a few pleasantries, the old ancestor's expression grew solemn as she fixed her gaze on Mo Jian.
"Kid, tell me how you defeat the evil sects," she said in a low voice, her eyes never leaving him.
Mo Jian's calm demeanor did not falter under her piercing gaze. He remained poised and confident. "It's simple. We're prepared."
Prepared?
The old ancestor furrowed her brow, unwilling to buy the idea. How could they be prepared for a sudden attack by the evil sects? It wasn't as if they had been forewarned before the surprise assault.
Mo Jian anticipated her thoughts but kept speaking. "Unlike the central region, which has not yet been attacked by the evil sects, the Western Region has spent decades battling vengeful spirits."
"We understand what is at stake, and we have prepared for it. Moreover, a few months ago, we uncovered an evil sect here in the southern region, colluding with the central region."
