He immediately looked to his right, waiting for Xiao Chen to take the lead.
At this point, Yu Zhenyang had already given up on thinking for himself.
It wasn't that he lacked his own opinions. Rather, in the world of cultivation where the strong are revered, this was a common occurrence.
When a cultivator's strength was clearly a cut above the rest, he naturally held the most authority.
Only cultivators of similar strength needed to resort to scheming and intrigue to vie for so-called power.
While even the greatest martial power could not eliminate dissenting opinions, a powerful individual could simply eliminate the dissenters themselves.
Over time, people grew accustomed to this, coming to believe that whatever the strong did was, by definition, right.
"Then we'll…"
Before Xiao Chen could finish speaking, a loud WHOOSH cut him off as a Sword Formation Map flew toward them.
In an instant, it transformed into a simple Sword Array, enclosing all five of them.
