"The Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty's National Guardian Martial Saint Ancestor is personally leading the troops to war and demanding all major Sects participate!"
"Half of all Inner Masters must go, and all Intermediate Pharmacists are to provide support from the rear..."
Gu An's brow furrowed as he read the imperial edict from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.
Two consecutive conscriptions had already made the major Sects feel that something was wrong. Now, not even ten days later, another draft was being issued, this time demanding they send away the majority of their core strength.
The fighting at the front lines was exceptionally brutal; who could feel at ease sending these forces to the front?
Each demand was more urgent than the last, giving Gu An the sense that there was a major problem. However, there was still no word from the Merak Sacred Land, which left him deeply unsettled.
Under normal circumstances, a letter should have arrived by now.
