"I have seen the Great Elder!"
The Great Elder Lianyun waved his hand wearily, "No need for such formalities, go back and rest!"
As he spoke, he watched Luo Chen's departing figure, his face involuntarily showing a look of envy.
Different garrisons faced entirely different pressures.
If the Lianyun Business Union had enjoyed such treatment, their losses wouldn't have been so severe.
In just two years, the union had dwindled from nine Foundation Establishment True Cultivators to only five.
Even Zhou Qing, a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator he had high hopes for, had unfortunately perished.
If things continued like this, how many of them from the Lianyun Business Union would be able to survive and return to Tian Lan Immortal City after the war?
"Forget it!"
"I hope what Tian Xingzi said is true, otherwise this trip of mine is almost in vain."
With a sigh, the Great Elder Lianyun flew wearily away from the Sixth Mountain.
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