The masked cultivator didn't notice the change in the old ancestor's expression. He continued to ramble on with a hint of excitement in his voice.
If he was appreciated by the blue-faced forefather and entrusted with such an important task, who would dare to ignore his existence in the entire tower?
Even if his cultivation base was accumulated through the accumulation of resources, even if he had only gained merit in the chaotic battle during the invasion, so what? as long as his status was high enough, what could others do to him?
Thinking about this, the masked cultivator felt even more pleased.
"As far as I know, the invading enemy this time is only half of the cultivators in the fifth continental ring of the Sorcerer world. In addition, the other half of the cultivators can send reinforcements at any time through the plane channel. Once they enter the battlefield, it will bring unexpected changes to the war situation.
