South Yue City, deep into the night.
In the residence of the Situ Family, there appeared an elderly man with white hair.
He sat at the table, his expression solemn; the tea on the table had cooled, yet he hadn't had the chance to take a single sip.
Situ Fang, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, asked,
"Elder Wang, what did the clan say?"
The old man, known as Situ Wang, frowned and sighed,
"The clan can't spare any manpower..."
Situ Fang furrowed her brows and said, "Our Situ Family is, after all, a Third-Rank Clan; it's impossible that they can't even spare over ten Foundation Establishment cultivators. Could it be that the clan doesn't believe it?"
Elder Situ Wang nodded his head, "That's part of the reason."
He let out a sigh, "Eighty Iron Corpses, tens of thousands of Walking Corpses, this... it's preposterous..."
The entire Second-Grade Prefecture Boundary might not be able to muster the strength to combat such a force.
Situ Fang let out a small sigh.
