The Fentian Sect faced complete annihilation; Kevin and the others had all perished, and their secret base had been thoroughly eradicated—the news swiftly reached the Fentian Sect headquarters.
The Sect Master of the Fentian Sect sat upright on his throne in the great hall, his face full of rage.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash, trash!"
The breathtakingly beautiful girl with a silk scarf on her face gave the Sect Master a slight nod and said, "Sect Master, please calm your anger. It's not that our people are too weak, it's that the enemy is too strong!"
The Sect Master's gaze was piercing as he stared at the exquisite girl and asked, "Oh? Saintess, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to boost the enemy's morale and diminish our own prestige?"
The Saintess shook her head and said coldly, "Not at all, I'm merely restating a fact."
