With the armies of the Chosen Organization and the Demon Race defeated, the hard-won unity of the allied Sect forces—originally assembled to face the crisis threatening the Human Race—began to crumble.
The war was drawing to a close, and the Cultivators couldn't help but think of their own Dao paths and the futures of their sects or families. Their greedy eyes all turned to the Divine Gate that led to the Abyssal Sea Palace.
Sensing the massive crowd that was gradually gathering, the unease in Lin Qianyan's heart grew stronger.
She hurried forward, clutching Pei Yuhang's hand, and said anxiously,
"This is bad, Brother Pei! He's definitely up to something!"
"The Abyssal Sea Palace might be a huge trap. Since he's already given us a hint, shouldn't we urge our fellow disciples and the other cultivators to leave this place and warn the Sect Leader to be on guard?"
