As she spoke, the elderly woman had already placed a hand on East Sea's shoulder, her tone softened slightly, and she murmured, "I can't bear to see so many of the Ghost Race die either, but... I have no other choice. On this matter... I've discussed with Guen, so even though his ideas are quite radical, I agreed."
"Is 'that person' really in such dire straits?" East Sea asked, frowning.
"Him..." The elderly woman thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "That guy is very stubborn; he pretends to be relaxed and tells me he's doing well, that he can endure for a long time.
But after knowing him for so many millennia, I naturally understand him. I'm afraid his situation is indeed not looking good."
"Understood!" East Sea took a deep breath, his tone solemn, "I will go to the City of No Return and fully assist Guen in accomplishing this endeavor! During this journey, I will make sure to bring back a few Great Demons' heads to give more momentum to your plan."
