Doubts.
After waiting for so many days, every day, his heart was in his throat.
Waiting for the Dragon Clan's attack.
But so many days had passed, and the attack still didn't come.
It was such torture.
Wang Qian'an really wanted to relax.
He was afraid that the moment he relaxed, the Dragon Clan's attack would come again.
Every moment, Wang Qian'an lived in high tension.
The more the Dragon Clan did not come, the more nervous Wang Qian'an became.
He did not know how fierce the Dragon Clan's next attack would be.
The other Xuantian Sect masters were the same as Wang Qian'an.
They were all waiting for the sharp sword above their heads to fall.
However, it did not fall.
"What strategy are the Dragon Clan playing on us? It has been more than a month since the last attack. By right, they should have recovered. It is time for them to attack us."
A Xuantian Sect's elder sighed.
