But undoubtedly, all they did was in vain. The high-ranking members of the Celestial Patrol Department didn't even meet them, only sending other marshals to deal with them.
Whether it was Du Mengyan, Du Xiaoyue, or Tan Xiong, they were all deeply exhausted and in despair.
Du Mengyan knew very well that the sect wanted them to join the Celestial Patrol Department as individuals, leaving a seed for the sect to pass down martial arts when the opportunity arose.
But how could she be willing to watch the sect perish and join the Celestial Patrol Department with peace of mind?
As time passed day by day, she had to seriously consider her teacher's instructions.
"If we don't join the Celestial Patrol Department, after the sect perishes, it will be even more costly and restrictive to try to join them, and we might even be directly sold to the You State."
"Once the sect truly perishes, if the seed isn't passed down, everything will be over."
