"Fellow Daoist Dongfang, what do you think?" Wen Jiu asked again.
Eastern Celestial City hurriedly shook his head, "Fellow Daoist Han, we have already troubled you enough."
Wen Jiu controlled the Formless Demon Corpse and waved his hand, "No worries, just a casual act, the Celestial Demon Sea is indeed not a good place to go. The Late Stage of Foundation Establishment backer you mentioned might be a support today, but can't be guaranteed tomorrow. Do you plan to entrust the fate of the entire sect to outsiders again?"
"This..." Eastern Celestial City was at a loss for words.
Because he knew that what Wen Jiu said was true.
That Late Stage of Foundation Establishment indeed owed Deadman Peak's predecessors a favor, but this favor would eventually be exhausted one day.
Once exhausted, if Deadman Peak couldn't stand its ground, it would likely fall into the same old rut.
