"Master, what should we do?"
"If we let things continue like this, the Hegemons and Emperors in Purgatory will be so terrified and ineffective that half of them will be massacred before they manage to join forces!" The two disciples next to the Exalt were all rather anxious.
The blue-haired youth calmed down again. He stared at the images within the illusory 'painting' and said in a cold voice, "You underestimate the exiles. They might be useless in all other respects, but one thing they are good at is staying alive. That white-robed Daolord will at most be able to wipe out 30% of the Hegemons and Emperors. By then, the rest will have banded together. I've bestowed two precious Apocalypse-class treasures to Purgatory. I wouldn't be surprised if the Daolord died there."
