The unrest in the Forbidden Zone was no trivial matter—it was an incident that none in the Ancient Realm could afford to ignore.
Even a colossal force like the Zhetian Immortal Sect was filled with dread, even verging on panic. The level of importance attached to this issue had already risen to one concerning the very survival of the sect itself.
Half a month after sending off the envoy from Zhetian Sect, Jiang Chengxuan received a new message from them.
The sheer speed of their response surprised him somewhat.
After all, Zhetian Sect still needed to rally Golden Immortals from other sects—a feat that wasn't easy to accomplish. For all that to happen in just over ten days? It seemed almost impossibly fast.
Yet Jiang Chengxuan harbored no distracting thoughts about it. On the contrary, he felt a surge of anticipation.
