The crisp morning air bit at their faces as the Xia Family cultivators regrouped outside the imposing manor. The sun, a fiery orb peeking over the horizon, cast long shadows on the stoic faces of the gathered warriors. Elder Chen, his weathered face etched with the wisdom of countless battles, scanned his team, a sternness in his gaze.
"Alright, everyone," he boomed, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "We head for the Shadowtooth Mountains today. Our mission: dismantle the unholy alliance between the Crimson Talons and the demonic cultivators!"
A murmur of agreement rippled through the ranks. Among them, Wang Li stepped forward, a triumphant glint in his eyes.
"Hold on, Elder Chen," he interjected, his voice calm and collected. "I've formulated a strategy to minimize casualties and bypass any pesky traps or formations they might have laid down."
