At this moment, Sen Yue's army was awash in a sea of celebration.
But amidst the joy, many people were also worried.
They worried whether they would be able to follow Sen Yue into the Xuanyu Blessed Land.
The Xuanyu Blessed Land was a small world.
Although it held countless mysteries and even Sacred Artifacts.
But it was obvious Sen Yue would never take all of his subordinates into the Xuanyu Blessed Land.
Doing so would greatly diminish his own benefits and shatter the established order!
In particular, those who weren't from the Changkong Clan, like Dongfang Xuezhi, were especially worried.
「Beast Rushing Mountain Range.」
「The commander's tent in the northern camp.」
Dongfang Xuezhi was inside, with Dongfang Moran and Fang Yang seated across from her.
"Sigh... I wonder how the Monarch will decide the placements?" A hint of melancholy crossed Dongfang Xuezhi's exquisite face.
