Excuse, a naked excuse.
When Han Yi learned of this news, three days had already passed.
"So now, the first thing the Xuandan Sect has to face is the provocation from the Heavenly Soul Sect?" Han Yi's brows furrowed.
Standing beside him, Feng Jingyu's face was angry, but his anger was mixed with a sense of helplessness.
For him, no, for all the cultivators of the Xuandan Sect, what happened three days ago was like a sudden disaster, with an inexplicable death of a Golden Core Supreme Elder.
It should be known that in the Xuandan Sect, including the Sect Master, there were only nine Golden Core Stage cultivators, and outside the sect, although two Golden Core elders had been recruited, it was discovered by the sect cultivators that the relationship between them was merely cooperation, and it was uncertain how much effort would be put in a life-or-death situation.
So, after a full count, the sect had lost one of its high-end combat powers.
Moreover.
