The only response from the other side was a silence akin to death.
After a moment, the voice on the other side softened considerably, whispering gently.
"Master Guangyang, you understand the danger of the predicament we are in," he tenderly advised.
"It's not that we, the Ten Great Immortal Sects, want to torment you. The battlefield dynamics are critical. We have reached a crucial moment."
"Yes, your small rural schools have suffered, but are we, the forerunners, any better off?"
"In our Sky Sword Sect alone, more than half of my fellow disciples have died in battle."
"Soon, I fear, I too will have to go to battle."
"The war has reached this stage. There's no way out."
After a long while, Master Guangyang sighed, "I understand."
" I will accompany the envoy this time."
"Master!" A somewhat hoarse voice exclaimed in disbelief before Master Guangyang halted it.
"My mind is made up, Lian Chang. There is no need to convince me!"
