"Sect Leader, is this really necessary? We haven't laid a hand on the Li family. Why do we have to leave Profound Ice State?" an Elder shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Do you really think the Li family hasn't noticed us?" The Sect Leader turned around and glared at that Elder, his eyes sharp as swords, silencing him.
They didn't realize how powerful Nascent Soul Cultivators were, but if they could vaguely see the battlefield near Wanxian Island from here, how could the other side possibly not have noticed?
"Let's go!"
As the Sect Leader said these two words, the expression in his eyes turned to nothingness, becoming sorrowful and numb, his body seeming to stoop a little more.
The Profound Ice Sect, passed down for thousands of years, in the end, had to leave its ancestral land on his watch.
And the thoughts of the cultivators in the great army also started to drift, harboring other intentions.
