To win, they had to pay a price. That price might lead to their downfall.
"If it comes to it, I'll crush the token my master gave me. With his power, descending to this realm would be effortless, and he could easily kill the ancient demon and obtain the inheritance hall!" Zhen Xian steeled his resolve.
But unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't crush the token.
Because it concerned his standing within the sect.
Moreover, this kind of assistance token, he only had one.
Once used, it would be gone. Who knew when he would get another?
If he needed his master's help even in the mortal world, he wouldn't be able to hold his head high among his peers.
"Senior brother, it seems there's some movement in the city!" Fu Qing frowned as he looked toward the city.
Zhen Xian also turned his gaze.
With a thought, he sensed that the soul power within the city was rapidly increasing.
