"As Cultivators, it is our duty to protect the pure land of the Southern Wilderness! We will do so without hesitation!" Upon hearing this, the young disciples from the various sects couldn't help but cry out.
And so, morale on the North Spirit Platform soared. The look of sorrow in everyone's eyes vanished, replaced by one of unyielding determination.
'As long as the blood of our generation of Cultivators has not run cold, there is still hope for our Southern Wilderness!' Seeing this, Ling Fei felt a small sense of relief.
At least when disaster struck, there was still a group of people willing to shed their blood and lay down their lives to protect this pure land.
But beside him, Lian Shuang furrowed her brow slightly, looking as if she had something on her mind.
Fang Yuan, Ling Fei, and the others all noticed.
"Senior Sister Lian Shuang, what's wrong?" Fang Yuan asked, batting her long eyelashes.
