Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu drifted gracefully.
Lu Xiaolu turned her head to look at a small black dot in the distance and said, "Are these masters enough?"
Chu Zhiyuan pondered.
Lu Xiaolu said, "So many top-tier masters and still not secure?... Even the Myriad Blood Sect isn't that strong, right?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "They have something similar to the Heavenly Sword and Bright Moon Divine Sword as sect-guarding treasures. Once used, there might be casualties."
"What should we do then?" Lu Xiaolu frowned and asked.
With so many masters moving together, it's best not to lose any of them.
To annihilate the Myriad Blood Sect's masters without losing any of our own is true victory, true glory.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Is there some peculiar object that could force them to flee the valley?"
"Force them out of the valley..." Lu Xiaolu pondered.
Chu Zhiyuan walked gracefully, his gaze resting on her face, as clear as jade.
