"Elder, what should we do?" The martial artist from Beiming Holy Land beside Ming Xiu asked quietly. Letting Ming Xinyue go was out of the question, but every one of the people in front of them was enough to cause trouble for the entire Beiming Holy Land.
"Go inform all the Elders," Ming Xiu hesitated for a moment, "and the ancestor!"
"The ancestor?" The martial artist was stunned, "Elder, the ancestor instructed us that unless the Holy Land is on the brink of destruction, we must not disturb him. Otherwise, none of us can bear the wrath of the ancestor."
"Isn't this the critical moment of survival for Beiming Holy Land?" Ming Xiu rebuked, "If the Saintess is taken away, we will have to select a new one. However, among our current generation, almost everyone's bloodline purity is sparse and ordinary, not even reaching Level One, only the Saintess has reached the pure level!"
