A storm was raging in the sky, with rainwater continually dripping onto the ground from the leaks in the dilapidated temple.
Inside the temple, a few dozen people were sitting, each looking glum than the other.
"Ancestor, are we really just going to retreat like this?"
Several days had passed after the incident, and Qiu Yuansheng was still unwilling to accept it. No one could understand the fury inside him, having gone from the respected head of the Qiu Family to a scorned figure in the Devil Path.
The old man in grey robes had his eyes half-closed. He remained silent for a long time before saying: "We underestimated our opponents. That's why we failed this time."
The Ancestor of the Qin Family had friends in the Divine Border Realm, and so did the old man in grey. But he thought their victory was assured, so he did not call for their help. But mostly, his friends were not the sort to be rallied without an enticing offer. Trying to mobilize them would come with a high proposal.
