Henry's face become pale when he heard that an army of cultivators is marching towards them.
After a few seconds of silence later, Henry calmly asked Lucy.
"How many cultivators are there according to your estimate, also who is leading them?" Henry asked calmly, he didn't show any sign of nervousness.
Despite his facade of unwavering determination and strength, an undercurrent of panic surged within his mind. The gravity of the situation, coupled with their vulnerability, left little room for anything but anxiety.
Henry was acutely aware of the dire circumstances they found themselves in, fully cognizant that their chances of escaping this predicament with valuable intelligence on their army were less than forty percent. Nevertheless, he clung to a composed demeanor, determined to shield Lucy from despair and maintain her morale in the face of adversity.
