Leng Yanran glanced at him, then at Ran Qingqiu beside her. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help but snort coldly. "Hasn't Young Master Li already made a move against my Demon Sect? You've practically poached all the elite disciples from our many halls, and yet you stand here asking if I can accept this!"
Li Chang'an roared with laughter. "Sect Leader Leng, you're so direct! Since our enemies are Cultivators, we must naturally clean up our own house on the Li Yang Continent. Any internal strife or conflict will cause all our efforts to be for naught!"
Hearing this, Leng Yanran's expression grew a little more solemn, but she didn't speak right away.
She had, of course, considered this point as well.
The problem was that the Li Yang Continent was vast, and the hearts of men were so complex. Even as a Martial Arts Mythology, she had no way to unify everyone completely.
