The large green-eyed man felt his breath turn cold and he widely opened his eyes, “The great hundred tribe war? You must be joking. That war engulfed most of the spirit realm. How can you say something like that will happen? And didn’t we end up on top after that?”
“Fellow Daoist Ma’s words are quite frightening. If another war like that happens, it will be difficult for us to survive. During that war, mortals were fine, but nine out of ten cultivators suffered heavily from them.” Fairy Xu said with a chill.
“That’s right, that’s right, how can that...”
When the others heard the words ‘Hundred Tribe War’, their faces paled as if the Daoist Priest said something fearsome, making it difficult to keep their calm.
“That’s enough. We’ve only encountered more foreign tribe scouts recently. How would that lead to another grand hundred tribe war? There is little chance of this happening. And even if it happens, it isn’t something we have control over.
Let’s first complete the patrol assignment, that’s more important. As for matters of war, let the panel of elders deal with it.” With a calm expression, Han Li uttered his orders and took the lead.
The others promptly stopped their conversation and flew after him.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the horizon.
Several days later, Han Li and the others sat on top of a Gold Court Boat and returned to a giant pagoda in Deep Heaven City.
While the others remained in the hall to rest, Han Li left the squad base alone and climbed up to the top of the stone pagoda.
After walking ten stories up, he eventually arrived at a tightly guarded gate and entered an unremarkable large hall.
The hall’s walls flickered with various restrictions. They were great in number and appeared to be incredibly powerful.
Inside the hall, apart from the stone table and a white-robed middle-aged man sitting at the side of the stone table, there was no one else.
Just as Han Li entered it, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and gave Han Li a calm glance. “So it was Esteemed Nephew Han. What did you gain during this patrol? Is it living or dead? Which tribe is it?”
The middle-aged man appeared quite familiar with Han Li.
“Senior, I report that I have captured a Shadow Tribe scout alive.” Not daring to be negligent, Han Li respectfully salu
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