Amidst the endless clamor.
Northern Zhou Land.
Inside the Longevity Sect, the atmosphere was oppressive.
A group of Tribal Chiefs and a few Longevity Sect Supreme Elders sat in meditation here, each with a sullen face. They remained silent, an unspeakable quiet reigning for a time.
Many Tribal Chiefs felt stifled and angry, yet showed traces of powerlessness.
Thinking their Northern Zhou had painstakingly unified, merging seventy-two tribes into one, they believed they were destined to destroy the Great Xuan with overwhelming speed.
But unexpectedly, several incidents occurred in succession, greatly dispersing Northern Zhou's power.
"The High Priest did not return, and Cha Hatian did not return either, yet a mere declining Great Xuan managed to break us apart like this, which is something we cannot tolerate no matter what."
An old man in a gray robe, with a hunched back and high shoulders, and a face covered in pockmarks, spoke hoarsely, his voice very jarring.
