Yuu Kunlun nodded silently. Whether to defend the Star Alliance or embrace a new direction, these were decisions that he and the others had to make for themselves.
"Martial Uncle, that may be so, but as members of the younger generation, we are still at a disadvantage against the Demon Race. Zou Chuang was nearly severely wounded by the Tiger Race."
Zhang Bai couldn't help but complain.
The old man was silent for a moment, then his sharp eyes glinted. "Does the Demon Race really think my Taiyin Sect has no one? Have Zou Chuang come see me!"
The four of them were overjoyed. Even they could no longer help Zou Chuang improve. Given the circumstances, the outlook for the battle of the Other Shore was grim. However, if the Taiyin Sect's old ancestor intervened, Zou Chuang would surely reach a new level!
