Jiang Ding thought silently for a long time.
"Has the Qiyu Sect been defeated?"
He asked.
Only in this way would they give up the place they had managed for who knows how many years, allowing the puppets of the black-robed people's power to rule the entire Yue Country.
"I don't know. In the past three hundred years, no descendants of the royal family have emerged with top-notch Spiritual Roots, and the highest in cultivation are only those who have reached the late stage of practicing Qi. I only know that the war between Xuetu Hall and Qiyu Sect has been going on for more than ten years."
"They might already be at a disadvantage."
There was a trace of confusion in Chen Xi's phoenix eyes, a worry about the road ahead.
"Do you have any plans to head to Chu Country?"
Jiang Ding asked again.
