At the frontline camp of Tianxu Sect.
Ever since Xuan Qing and his wife Xuan Ye came over, they took over the responsibilities of Lord Sujin and stayed at the camp alongside Lord Ying'an.
All three of them had now received the message.
"Eight times, eight times in a row," Lord Ying'an suppressed the shock in his heart.
Xuan Qing spoke with calm eyes, "It's indeed unexpected."
"Could this cause too much of a commotion?" Xuan Ye pondered aloud.
Ying'an retorted, "Are you afraid she'll stand out like a sore thumb?"
"I do have such concerns," Xuan Ye, a female cultivator, was much more meticulous in her thoughts than her male counterparts, "This is very unusual, and I fear it could arouse suspicion and trouble. The world never lacks those who covet what others have."
Ying'an laughed, "I don't think so, on the contrary, I find her move to be very clever."
