In Jiayuan Prefecture, the freezing wind howled and snowflakes drifted as lightly as willow catkins, enveloping the world in a blanket of silvery white.
On the walls of Guan City, every Cultivator was brimming with exhaustion. Although the past few years hadn't seen the same ferocity as the previous general offensives, the endless skirmishes and tug-of-war battles against the Righteous Sects hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Even though they were Evil Cultivators, their physiques were hardly superior to those of Righteous Cultivators. Over time, physical fatigue had inevitably taken its toll.
Almost all the Nascent Soul Cultivators were gathered inside the palace above Guan City, currently discussing their next offensive step.
A moment later, a shadow materialized at the palace entrance. True Monarch Jie Ye emerged from within it, striding boldly into the hall.
"Senior Brother Jie Ye, what about the Ye Family?" True Monarch Xuanming couldn't help but ask.
