The Southern Border Saintess was about to retort.
Suddenly, her expression froze, a ripple of power spreading out, affecting her control of energy, making it less perfect.
Qin Yun's eyes flashed as he calmly asked:
"Has something happened?"
The Southern Border Saintess looked deeply at Qin Yun:
"Saint Heir Qin, you truly have foresight. Our Southern Border's pieces have been completely wiped out, including the Primordial Core Realm piece. So I suppose your Demon Sect is in a similar situation."
She had just sensed the fluctuation of the Gu Insect within the piece.
The private room fell into silence.
Qin Yun let out a cold laugh:
"I have long said, do not underestimate the True Martial Sect. My master and eldest senior brother are no ordinary people. Since they decided to open the sect's gates widely, they must have been prepared long ago."
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
