"Brother Chen is still in the Tao Ding of the Seven-colored Immortal Monarch, and since the Seven-colored Immortal Monarch has been captured, Brother Chen is essentially captured with him. What do we do now?"
In the makeshift camp of the First Corps, Chu Jiaxue and the others wore grave expressions, their eyes filled with anxiety.
Nalan Wushuang looked worried: "We don't even know where they'll be taken. If only we knew the place, perhaps we could take the risk..."
"No!"
Although Chu Jiaxue was extremely anxious, she maintained her composure: "Even though we are Quasi-Saints, rescuing someone from the hands of a Demon Lord is as difficult as reaching the heavens! The Seven-colored Immortal Monarch is so powerful, yet in front of that Demon Lord, he is like a child without the slightest room for resistance. If we rashly go to rescue him, it won't be a rescue—it'll be throwing our lives away!"
