"We'll depart in five days, I'll lead the team myself."
Mo Shang's slightly pale face was cold and resolute.
"How can that be? Senior Brother, you're so badly injured."
Senior Sister Nine immediately retorted.
"That's right, Senior Brother, let me go instead! We need you here to hold the fort, we can't put all the eggs in one basket."
Han Yuan spoke vaguely, the two exchanged glances, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.
Opportunities are rare, and sect rewards are incredibly important, but you must have the life to bear them. If they all perished here, how could Yanxia Peak ever be revitalized?
"No, no, you all have injuries, let me go."
Zhong Yong forcefully squeezed between the two.
"With Sixth Brother protecting us, we can definitely gather enough Immortal Condensing Grass to make Yanxia Peak famous."
The confident words were resounding and powerful.
Alongside, he patted Fifth Brother on the shoulder.
The big guy swung his hammer.
